We arrived in Erfoud and had the tastiest dinner of the entire trip. I
had something called Kalia which was some sort of specialty at the
restaurant and not necessarily even a traditional Moroccan dish. I
didn't much care because it was dang good.
Where does the cat come into all of this, you might be thinking?
Well, he was not for dinner, he was hanging around
dinner. The whole country is overrun by cats which we had already
discovered in our short time in Marrakesh. Apparently Mohammed said
that cats were the one holy animal and should be looked after, so all
of Morocco is tolerant of the little feline scavengers. They seem to
turn up around every corner and can be extremely persistent. This one
sat next to me and tapped me on the knee about fifty times despite my
steadfast refusal to give the little bastard anything to eat.