Shortest blog today ever? This morning we had a bit of time swinging and had the option of getting up early and finding something else to see in Marrakech – instead we decided to sleep in! It was really hot already and there wasn’t much to see that wasn’t a 40 minute walk away – and really we were just marketed out. A quick stop over down for breakfast, packing and then check out at 12pm. Andy wasn’t feeling very well at all at this point so we stayed in the hotel near the bathroom before catching a taxi to the airport. His meter said 20 dhm, somehow he charged us 140 – lucky day for him!
There were lots of hot and sweaty lines at the airport and lots and lots of waiting around inside. Checking in was certainly interesting, particularly the designated male and female security lines complete with a rather intimate body search. More lines at the gate – at 4.45pm we finally left. The flight was interesting… Andy’s health deteriorated and I began to get sick too. As such Andy and I both experienced throwing up on an aeroplane for the first time, lovely. Good old Moroccan hotel breakfast to thank for that one (and excellent timing to get out of the country!)
The arrival at Gatwick was non-eventful, as was the train ride to London. It’s good to see that that Union Jacks that were hanging everywhere last time haven’t disappeared, rather they’ve increased. So very English! A closed Underground line meant we decided to take a good old fashioned English cab to our hostel, the same one as last time (nothings changed) – it helped us avoid the rain too. Apparently it was about 15 today, which is actually a nice relief from Marrakech’s 46 degrees!
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