photo-honobono

マラケシュに到着。排気ガスの匂いや音、早速漂う異国間に胸が高まる。 到着したのはもう夕方だったから、今夜は宿の近くのスークを見にいく。ここの人たちはなにに対してもお金を要求してくる。

「写真撮らせて。」「金をくれ。」

断る私にいいからいいからと言いながら無理やりヘナタトゥーを施し金をくれ。しかもめっちゃボッてくる。いい加減にしてくれ。早速私のイライラは高まるが、それよりも久しぶりのこの異文化な空間がとにかく心地いい。ああ、これが今回の旅なんだな。

Arrived to Marrakesh. The smell of exhaust, dust, sweat of people, noise, all those foreignness are floating in the air. My heart immediately starts racing.

It was already in the evening. So decided to wonder through the “Souk” near the riad (traditional Moroccan style hotel).

People here ask for money literary everything. “Can I take your photo?” “Give me money.”

At one point, I was watching a lady giving a girl a henna tattoo. She turned to me and asked me if I wanted one too. I said no, but by that point, she had already grabbed my arm and started drawing henna on my hand.

She was saying “It’s okay. Just a little. It’s for good luck.”

Well… it turned into a full henna tattoo. And of course, afterward she asked for “150 DH.”

I was like “Wait… I said no and you forced me. I only pay 100DH.” That’s how I got my first ugly henna on my arm.

I was already a bit irritated for those “money” things but somehow, this overwhelming sense of unfamiliarity feels incredibly good.

Ah, this is what I wanted.