Here I am, worried about Nico being sad and bummed, and he's having a grand time in Morocco buying fake watches and trying to convince people they are the real thing.
This is from Roitman's blog on atptennis.com. And gracias to Excalibur for translating.
This week I will be writing from Casablanca, my second tournament on the clay tour. It is an honour for me to write the ATP Blog in Spanish. I hope that it brings me luck.
We arrived from Monte Carlo, where I lost in the 2nd round against Max Mirnyi, and obviously everything is different. There, I was staying in a hotel on the coast, and my room had a balcony with automatic shutters, from which you could see the blue (water) of the bay of the Mediterranean, the yachts...it was like a living scale model. In Morocco, the image I have is that of a lady hanging up her underwear on the balcony opposite and some very strange satellite dish antennae.
Casablanca is a very interesting city and different to those that we South Americans are used to. The first thing that one notices is the subject of religion. In the afternoon, around 4pm, you can be in the club and suddenly by loudspeakers, as if there were a rush of horses, a voice appears which reads out the prayers. the religious affairs are very loud, they can be in the middle of the street, but when the hour arrives, they get out their mats and...on the floor! It is loud for those who come from the other side of the world.
In the first round of the tournament I take on Nicolas Massu, whom I know very well. In fact, yesterday we went together to a typical market, with his trainer, Gabriel Markus
. my trainer, Alejandro Lombardo, and both our physical trainers. The ATP ordered a taxi, and on our return, we took one in the street. It is common that private cars function as taxis, but at least this one said: "Small Taxi."
We didn't take cameras with us to the market so that we wouldn't appear to be tourists, but it was inevitable that they realised . Impossible escape: they throw themselves on top of you to sell and offer you anything, trainers that appeared to be brand names, but weren't.
Nico and I didn't say anything about the match we're playing on Tuesday. In fact, before playing the quarter finals of Vina del Mar, Mercedes organised a boat race which both of us went to, and at no point did we talk about the fact that we had to play (each other). I hope that this time the result will be different...out of the question!
In the market, I finished up by buying movies, Babel and a couple of comedies to pass the time. Also CDs, which are my sytle
As for Massu...I will have to kill him, He bought 4 fake watches!! Imagine the brands! Thet ought to be Trolex, sure! And the other perhaps Charrrtierrr, with several "r." Then he goes around and shows them off (the watches) as if they were real, but they should be worth around 20 dollars. Who does he want to deceive?? My trainer also bought some that ought to be Tulgari and and not Bulgari.
Tonight we will try Moroccan pizza...Ill then comment on how I went on.
Ah, and don't forget to visit my website: www.sergioroitman.com.ar
. I am waiting for you!
See you tomorrow.