...I'm deeply disturbed by this photo, because I think I stayed in that hotel. In fact, somewhere there is video footage of a ten-year-old me in a very similar hotel room on a different side of the courtyard, wherein me and my older cousin attempt to eat Fritos suggestively for the camera. I was not good at it.
Maybe he doesn't have any Fritos and that's why he's sullen. And nobody wears those scarves in Morocco. What a tourist. Maybe he's hung over from staying up past midnight in the hotel restaurant waiting for the floor show and the roof that opens up. He looks kind of like a sulky teenager whose parents made him go to stupid Morocco with them.