Marrakech Express

“Okay, what can I get you?”

“No, I’m fine, really.”

“Please, what would you like?”

“You’re very kind, but honestly, I’m fine.”

“Right.” Have I got off? I’m relieved. But no… The large smiling buffet-trolly man is handing me the Nestlé branded concoction that he has been furiously whipping. It is a coffee, so sweet it makes me wince. I do not use either of the large sugar sachets.

“Thank you, that’s… very kind.” I will have to learn to be more gracious the next time our fellow passenger offers us refreshments.

“It’s normal. All Saudis are like that.” The Moroccan girl opposite us is very helpful. “But tell me, how can you drink it without the extra sugar?”


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