Hey Cristina, Here is my Boris story. I attached some pics as well.
-- Dale
If memory serves ... Boris and I met on the morning of December 29, 2009 on the edge of the medina in Marrakech, Morocco. We'd both joined a New Year's tour and the guide was picking us up one by one in a blue Toyota SUV. Also in the vehicle: an older British woman who, I found out later, had cowritten a famous 60's pop song and her manservant who called himself Gringo Superstar. (At this point, they'd been on the road together for five or six weeks and were at each others' throats.) On a happier note, we were joined by the other two solo travelers on the tour, Caroline and Madeliene. (We solo travelers became fast friends and ended up hanging out in Marrakech for a couple days after the tour.) As we headed east, climbing into the Atlas Mountains, Boris kept the conversation going by asking lots of questions, and we all got to know each other pretty quickly.
On December 31 (the day after camel camping in the far western edge of the Sahara) the tour took us through Rissani and on to some famous wells. The guide explained that the wells had a unique design which allowed water to run uphill—evidently a long-standing claim to fame. I took this with a grain of salt, but I suppose Boris wanted to understand how the engineers of Moroccan antiquity managed to brush aside the laws of physics. He had questions. The tour guide did not really have answers. The discussion went on for some time and no satisfactory explanation was given.
I still look back on that exchange and smile. I thought it funny enough at the time to get a picture. See: "2009.12.31_12.55.20_P1000313-BorisDebatesTheWells.JPG".
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