I was just sitting there minding my own business, pooped from an afternoon of dune-boarding, and there was this model shooting for her music video by the oasis in Huacachina. So i kept busy at this spot.
That was when this couple walked my way…
‘Hi’, the guy said.
‘We’re looking for a friend of ours… thought it was you.’
‘Your friend looks exactly like me, then.’, i responded.
‘Our friend has drugs to sell.’
‘It’s not you, right?’
‘I’m certainly not the friend you’re talking about, but i think he’s two blocks down and on the right.’
‘So, you’re saying you don’t have any drugs?’
Now if i said no, that would have been a lie. It was true that i did not have any drugs TO SELL. But I couldn’t lie.
‘Look man’, I said, ‘the guy you’re looking for is behind that pub. If you don’t find him, come back here and maybe i’ll give you something. Just a little bit. But I’m not the friend you’re looking for.’
That’s a common occurence this whole trip.
That, and ‘hey amigooo/Bob Marley… you want to buy paintings? jewellery? cannabis? cocaine…?’
They really progress quick.
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