Going home
Thursday, August 13th, 2009
We got our calculations wrong when we booked the hostel. It turned out that we had booked one night to few and Adam and I didn’t really have anywhere to stay for the last night. A quick word with the owner of the hostel soon sorted this out; he sent us up to the roof terrace with mattress and blankets and a free whisky each ‘to help us sleep’. It turned out to be an awesome place to sleep. It wasn’t very cold but there was a slight dew fall around 1am and the cockerels made a lot of noise at dawn. And best of all it was free so I didn’t have to take more money out (you cannot exchange moroccan dirhim abroad).
Yesterday then was a long and painful day of traveling. We had a taxi booked for Marrakech at 7am, and or plane was at 12. After about 40mins in the air our plane landed much to our surprise. Turns out our ticket forgot to mention that the plane picks up more passengers at Casablanca before heading to Heathrow. And the wait on the ground there was torturous – the air conditioning wasn’t on when the plane was stationary and it was well over 30°C outside. When we got to Heathrow, Tara’s parents had made me and adam some sandwiches for the train journey home =)
