Shaqra
Initially, Drake had thought sparse clothing, such as the khaki shorts and short-sleeved white shirts worn by tourists, would beat the heat. But it hadn"t taken him long to adopt the maximum coverage philosophy of the natives. The sun, sand and wind were brutal, and could sap the strength out of even a deep-south boy like Drake. They were traveling down a comically dusty road in the back of a taxi, just north of Safi, Morocco.
After the taxi dropped them off, Drake and Gip assessed their surroundings. They were in an ancient wooden building, with sagging eaves. The roof looked on the verge of collapse. They were in a remote section of Safi, where the streets were notably devoid of the vendors and beggars so typical in this strange country. The lack of traffic did have one major ne
