You’ve just got to love Marrakesh. There’s just a lot of weirdness there. The weirdest things are the guys with the snakes and the guys with the monkeys. I learned to stay away from both as soon as I got there. As soon as I saw a guy heading towards me with a boa constrictor in his hands and I had the feeling he was just itching to put that snake around my neck I veered way off course. It’s no so much that I’m afraid of the snake, I just did not want to hassle with the guy, especially when I know that he’s going to ask me for money for spending time with a snake I really don’t want to spend any time with. The same problem happens with the monkey guys. They have these really cute little monkeys and they want to put the monkeys on top of my head or on my shoulder and take a picture. I just don’t want the picture. I just don’t want to get involved with any animals in Marrakesh. I don’t even want to begin to talk about how I feel about the cobras and the vipers.