G AND BRYCE AGREED not to hang around but to keep on moving. They had to get back to Tangier where their gear was stashed. The train was a no-go. A late model Mercedes Benz taxi slowed, looking for passengers. Bryce hailed it.
Unlike petit taxis, the Grandes don’t have taxi metre, so Bryce had to negotiate with the driver for a price to get them to Tangier.
‘Exclusive,’ he insisted.
Grande taxi drivers were permitted to pick up other passengers along the way. He wasn’t having any of that.
The final offer was three hundred dollars, but the driver was still playing hard to get.
Frustrated, Bryce flagged down another. The driver quickly said, ‘Okay.’
Bryce got in the front passenger seat. Before they started off, he drew a road map on a piece of scrap paper to show the driver the journe
