
After paying the relatively hefty entrance fee we encountered the unofficial ‘tour guides’. There were unmistakable signs that ‘madam’ was beginning to get a bit frazzled around the edges with these chaps who loiter a few steps in front of their prey until it weakens. When my cunning use of Arabic, Spanish and dumbness failed, madam resorted to mild hostility, which generally worked.
We wandered through the ancient city crammed with temples and intricately decorated buildings to the back streets where life continued at a less than leisurely pace. Women cut vegetables and fruit, men cleared their throats with great passion and children played with scraps of material around docile animals.
Lunch was taken high above the main square where we could observe teenage ‘tour guides’ honing their skills on unsuspecting tourists. Your have to admire their perseverance.
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