June 26, 2012
My straw fedora may have a mystical power of which I may not be able to control.
On the four hour train from Casablanca to Fez in sauna substituting for a car while outside temperature is over 115 degrees, a man passed us in the aisle, stopping to remark about my hat. Within a few minutes, he was seated with us and his saga began, all the while eyeing the straw fedora. We quickly became members of his family and the best of friends. He, Mohammed, inviting himself to be our personal guide, exchanging phone numbers, and arranging for us to meet him for dinner that night with his Japanese wife, Kiko. We kind of agreed to everything.
Is this guy for real? After speaking to his wife on the phone, we at least could verify that part of his story. But the hat? his fixation could not be ignored.
My straw fedora may have a mystical power of which I may not be able to control.
On the four hour train from Casablanca to Fez in sauna substituting for a car while outside temperature is over 115 degrees, a man passed us in the aisle, stopping to remark about my hat. Within a few minutes, he was seated with us and his saga began, all the while eyeing the straw fedora. We quickly became members of his family and the best of friends. He, Mohammed, inviting himself to be our personal guide, exchanging phone numbers, and arranging for us to meet him for dinner that night with his Japanese wife, Kiko. We kind of agreed to everything.
Is this guy for real? After speaking to his wife on the phone, we at least could verify that part of his story. But the hat? his fixation could not be ignored.
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