Saturday morning bike ride in the Casablanca area. Ocean behind us. Sheep and goats before us.
Four of us were walking through the medina in Marrakesh and got stuck in the middle of a protest, or something. Packed in like sardines, we were being bumped all around. I felt a hand unzip my jacket pocket, which had my sunglasses and camera. I turned around, grabbed, and threw the ~16 year old kid up against the wall. He heard a few choice words from me, but had already ditched or passed back the sunglasses. Thievery is not tolerated in this culture, and people around us started looking around for the missing glasses, but they were long gone.
