The way the taxi driver leers at me in his rear vision mirror is disgusting. No wonder he can’t find our hotel and big wonder we don’t end up in the river. He charges us double what it says on his meter but my mother seems not to care. She’s fluttering her myopic eyeballs at him as though he’s Omar Sharif but he’s already pocketing his ten squillion dirham and on the lookout for another sucker fare.
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