Passing for an Arab!
With a nasty neck beard such as this, it was quite hard for others to discern my true orgins and forwardedly assumed me to be that of a typical Arab roaming the Moroccan lands. This proved to be advantageous at times, but equally dangerous at others. As much as I was not treated in a manner associated with that of a tourist, I was often misguidedly subjected to the Moroccan laws placed on their citizens and at the mercy of the police that thoroughly carried these out. As an American annointed with the vast freedoms of our country, living within the strict guidelines of the Islamic world had its challenges.