Beach chairs and pool-side service under an early morning sun.  Pretty boys and pretty girls with sun gold skin and starch white shorts at beck and call.  Out the stout iron gate, an air-conditioned bus with high-backed chairs and a mini-bar traipsing around mud houses and salted faces weathered under hard labor and a down-beating sun.  Shiny baubles laid out on a blanket--what's $50 for a bit of polished tin?  It's more than most people make in a week.  Well then, throw in another 50¢ for a photo with the boy with a dirt-streak face and sad dark eyes.  Smile! glittering white teeth beneath mirrored lenses on a red sun-burnt face.  Back to a plush dining room with colored tiles and deep tassled cushions.  Prim waiters with plates of lamb and couscous Americana held high beneath a canvas of starlight flooding through the open roof.  A troop of veiled dancers restless, driven, swaying to the beat of native drums.  Salut! a glass of brandy for my brave companions on this adventure to foreign lands!