Two Men on a Train

Finally, after what seemed like a long time, I was on my way south to Marrakesh on the 5pm train. In my train compartment were two Moroccan guys, one old, and one young. They asked me if I was a tourist, and I said, 'No, I'm a traveller, man'.
Not really! - I said that I was indeed a tourist, and they told me they had been discussing tourism in Morocco, and were wondering why Morocco gets 1.5 million tourists a year, yet Tunisia gets 4 million.
I told them that I hadn't the faintest idea, and having been to Tunisia, I can vouch for the fact that it only has average beaches, a few old Roman ruins, a nice bit of desert in the south, and a crap capital city. Compared to Morocco, which is way bigger, more modern, and has lots of mountains, deserts, beaches, and good cafes.
They agreed that this was the case, and I decided to tell them how crap the trains in Britain were, compared to the one we were currently on.
They were very patient with my crap French, but in the end they refused to believe that in Britain the trains are worse.
Finally, the old man launched into a speech about America. When he was growing up, everbody liked and respected America, but now America has no friends left in the world, except for Britain.
I pointed out that perhaps Mr. Blair is friends with Mr. Bush, but maybe not all the people in either country agree with them.
He agreed that this might be case, and added that the King of Morocco was good friends with Queen Elizabeth.
I had to admit that I wasn't sure about this, but he was Adam Ant.