Setting off

Setting off at 8.30 with Denise kindly giving us a lift to Bingham train, we were soon on our way to Gatwick. Our flight was at 15.00, and James had access to a complementary lounge, so we had a glass of vino and lunch on the house.
Arriving at Marrakech about 18.35, we were met by the cool, stern gaze of the passport control chappie. A taxi rushed us through the crazy busy streets as the sun was setting. It was rush-hour but he soon delivered us to our hotel next to the train station.
Desperate for a beer, we headed to the bar, where the bar man spoke English, French, and local Arabic. Two beers and a nicoise salad later, we both felt a little more human although ready for bed. Even seamless travelling can be so tiring!

I spent yesterday trying to decide what to pack as after checking, we decided we needed more layers for cool nights, and I needed to cover my shoulders to be respectful. My bag seemed heavy and full, but surprisingly, it wasn't much more than James.

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