"...We can sit here all day, buddy," Dave assured our Moroccan "tour guide." This guy has no idea who he´s facing off against; I´m sure the other tourists crack after a few minutes, but we´re talking about David Lee here, I hope his afternoon is open. Dave and I are in Tangier, Morocco, and have accidentally picked up yet another local who wants to play tour guide in exchange for monetary compensation. We had just finished visiting the Kasbah and planned to walk over to a bar to grab a drink. Instead, we were now sitting on a cliff, overlooking the Straight of Gibraltar, in a stand-off with Moristopher who would not leave our side despite Dave´s constant pleas to be left alone and who felt he deserved a few Euros for walking along-side us for a couple hundred yards. Clearly lacking Dave´s fortitude, I threw the guy a Euro in hopes that he would leave us alone, which worked about as well as throwing chum in the water to get rid of a few sharks. Eventually, we had to just sit and stare at the water in complete silence for about 45 minutes before we were sans guide. Tack on another 30 minutes of waiting to be sure that he wasn´t waiting just out of eyesight and we were finally able to go about the rest of our afternoon. It was the most exhausting peaceful moment I´ve ever had.