Magical Marrakesh

Every day Sticky Nicky would come running back from the Djemaa el-Fna square in Marrakesh, Morocco, bragging about how he got orange juice at a rock bottom price. He would go into intricate detail about how he bargained and haggled and we enjoyed his tales so much we let him purchase it for us every day.

We called him Sticky Nicky because on our first night in Morocco he spilt a honey pancake on himself not just a few sticky gobs, it was all over his clothes, legs and even his socks and shoes. He was one of those all round good guys who could tell a tale and make it seem the most amazing experience ever.

But actually buying orange juice in Morocco can be an experience, and when Sticky Nicky went the way of all travelling companions, we went out to buy our own.