Snakes On A Marrakech Street

“No, No, it’s perfectly safe!”

I’m trying hard not to completely lose my shit here, they sprang out of nowhere with these snakes from all directions. My heart almost stopped at least two times.

They want me to sit down on some sort of death stool. I’ve got unidentified snakes unchaperoned around my neck, and this guy is pulling me down. I’m near panic at this point, I had never expected to be doing this, I had just paid 10 Dirham to a man to allow me take some pictures of the snakes and, this guy grabs me, takes my camera, starts taking pics then gives it to Carolyn.

I thought this fez hat coming from behind me was another snake being dropped on my head. I’m not laughing anymore, I’m not really enjoying myself, In my head I’m screaming, “YAHHH! Get this thing the hell off of me!!” This little old man, this tiny little man, shoves the snake’s head in my hand and tells me to hold him. I’ve got cobras at my feat completely sticking their heads up at me like when Indy fell into the asp pit. (“Very dangerous, you go first,” was playing on a loop in my head this whole time.) I’m sitting there shitting the pants I’m going to die in and suddenly a calm comes over me. I’m thinking could this be venom in my bloodstream? I’m in a daze that resembles a shock victim. And just as I’m beginning to calm down a slight bit, the man shoves a cobra in my face that is coiled up on a tambourine with his head poised at eye level. That thing is coming to get me!

You’d have to see it to believe it, so why don’t you: HERE

-BBB