Stag doo's have become commonplace wherever you tend to go these days.
Normally they are all in matching t shirts and the stag will be in a comedy costume they have purchased from a fancy dress shop. Sometimes they will all be wearing novelty hats.
No matter where you go stag doos will follow. Some places are almost ruined because of the massive influx of them.
I was lucky and got costumes and activities.
Cheap flights and accommodation and plenty to do and see.
The morning came and Babbs was waiting at his house near Winchester. An inconspicuous taxi arrived and he got in.
He waited and waited; then it started to drizzle.
All the time we were in the Gatwick South terminal bar.
Eventually we text him to come inside and he did so.
Once through passport control we queued up at the gate for the Alicante flight. His face dropped as he had been there so many times.
Then as we reached the gate we scooted off leaving him baffled and queued up for a Thomas Cook Tunisian holiday line.
Now he was sure that we were not off to Tunisia but we stood in line all the same.
Then at the last minute we marched off to the Marrakesh line and his face dropped.
His bottom lip quivered and he uttered one word of exasperation. ‘Africa’! He whimpered.
As if all his worst night mares had come true.
Poor Babbs. He was shocked and seemed to shrink within himself. His shoulders dropped and his demeanour became reclusive and sullen.
He didn’t know that Alistair would end up in hospital after cutting his head open stand up paddle boarding.
He didn’t know that we would take Essaouria by storm and his night time attire would be very appreciated by the locals and that Marrakesh would hold one of the most drunken nights out ever.
But soon he would be walking through the back streets of the coastal city of Essaouria dressed in a white jelebah and white fez with the locals beckoning him into shops.
The white jelabah robes symbolised marriage but the fez was meant for a newly circumcised boy.
The locals loved him for this.
Date May 2012