(To follow the full Morocco trip, start at TRAVEL: Morocco 1)
Today I woke up at 2:30 am EST and went to bed at 12pm EST. Eighteen of those hours were spent either moving toward home or waiting to move to go home. Very tired.
But regardless, here's the final entry in the Morocco travel journals.
I got up early because I was nervous and wanted to do more writing. I took a much needed shower and chiseled out a decent chunk of the journalling work for the day. When Emily woke, we got changed and ready to head to the breakfast buffet downstairs. The spread was fancy with a crepe station and myriad breads, fruits and cheeses. The staff was waiting on us but only in little ways like getting coffee and clearing dishes. We were one of few in the dining area so they hovered to the point of it being unnerving. But it was worth it since the coffee was fantastic and breakfast buffets are my favorite. Choose your own breakfast adventure and no worrying about portions!
Side note about the restaurant area of this hotel - They played hilariously self-important lounge covers of songs from the 80's. Examples: "Like a Virgin" by Madonna, "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds and "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This" by Eurythmics. I had fun seeing how long it took to guess the song.
Em and I planned on getting to the airport pretty early so we left at 11:30 for our 4:30 flight. We caught the train without much issue. Entering the airport, they had security stationed at the entrance. These folks don't have any qualms about doing a solid feel-up. I'm not a fan. We got our tickets and checked our bags as we had filled up on souvenirs and needed the space. Then it was security again, which was incredibly fast and then passport control which took forever. Fortunately, they didn't even ask any questions. The Mohammed V airport only has two terminals so it's not very big. Emily and I had time to kill and a decent amount of dirham remaining so we got a bunch of extra stuff for ourselves and friends and family. It was fun to do the calculations for what we could buy as everything there was labeled in Euros.
As were approached our gate, we noticed there was yet another layer of security where they were searching bags and once again, feeling people up. Fearing the loss of some of our snacks, we went through with a touch of apprehension. Turns out the food didn't matter but they did take the full water bottle we had just bought. Once in the terminal space, we discovered there were no bathrooms on this end of security. The only way to go was to exit the area and go through the whole bag check feel-em-up process all over again. It was REAL dumb.
Everyone lined up stupidly early for boarding as people always do for reasons lost to me. We got our seats and hunkered down for the long haul. We left about 45 minutes late and I discovered my headphones didn't work on the touchscreen display. The headphone thing sucked because the best way to pass time on these flights is to watch movies. Oh well. I played some Angry Birds knockoff, read and tried to sleep a little.
Upon landing, we realized that taking public transit might be a problem seeing as we came in later than anticipated. Turns out we were right and only managed to get about halfway home before caving and taking a $25 car home. TRIP OVER!
As the week goes on I'm going to be slowly updating all my previous Morocco posts with some rigorous editing, the pictures I drew and maybe even some photos as we parse through and find the ones worth keeping. I'll keep you posted when I've finalized all the updates.
And while we're here and it is Sunday, I've got a check-in for my birthday resolutions below. Going on this Morocoo trip certainly cut back on my bad habits. Also being in a primarily Muslim country sure did wonders on my drinking numbers!
Today's HaikuBut regardless, here's the final entry in the Morocco travel journals.
I got up early because I was nervous and wanted to do more writing. I took a much needed shower and chiseled out a decent chunk of the journalling work for the day. When Emily woke, we got changed and ready to head to the breakfast buffet downstairs. The spread was fancy with a crepe station and myriad breads, fruits and cheeses. The staff was waiting on us but only in little ways like getting coffee and clearing dishes. We were one of few in the dining area so they hovered to the point of it being unnerving. But it was worth it since the coffee was fantastic and breakfast buffets are my favorite. Choose your own breakfast adventure and no worrying about portions!
Side note about the restaurant area of this hotel - They played hilariously self-important lounge covers of songs from the 80's. Examples: "Like a Virgin" by Madonna, "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds and "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This" by Eurythmics. I had fun seeing how long it took to guess the song.
Em and I planned on getting to the airport pretty early so we left at 11:30 for our 4:30 flight. We caught the train without much issue. Entering the airport, they had security stationed at the entrance. These folks don't have any qualms about doing a solid feel-up. I'm not a fan. We got our tickets and checked our bags as we had filled up on souvenirs and needed the space. Then it was security again, which was incredibly fast and then passport control which took forever. Fortunately, they didn't even ask any questions. The Mohammed V airport only has two terminals so it's not very big. Emily and I had time to kill and a decent amount of dirham remaining so we got a bunch of extra stuff for ourselves and friends and family. It was fun to do the calculations for what we could buy as everything there was labeled in Euros.
As were approached our gate, we noticed there was yet another layer of security where they were searching bags and once again, feeling people up. Fearing the loss of some of our snacks, we went through with a touch of apprehension. Turns out the food didn't matter but they did take the full water bottle we had just bought. Once in the terminal space, we discovered there were no bathrooms on this end of security. The only way to go was to exit the area and go through the whole bag check feel-em-up process all over again. It was REAL dumb.
Everyone lined up stupidly early for boarding as people always do for reasons lost to me. We got our seats and hunkered down for the long haul. We left about 45 minutes late and I discovered my headphones didn't work on the touchscreen display. The headphone thing sucked because the best way to pass time on these flights is to watch movies. Oh well. I played some Angry Birds knockoff, read and tried to sleep a little.
Upon landing, we realized that taking public transit might be a problem seeing as we came in later than anticipated. Turns out we were right and only managed to get about halfway home before caving and taking a $25 car home. TRIP OVER!
As the week goes on I'm going to be slowly updating all my previous Morocco posts with some rigorous editing, the pictures I drew and maybe even some photos as we parse through and find the ones worth keeping. I'll keep you posted when I've finalized all the updates.
And while we're here and it is Sunday, I've got a check-in for my birthday resolutions below. Going on this Morocoo trip certainly cut back on my bad habits. Also being in a primarily Muslim country sure did wonders on my drinking numbers!
Week 37
Stats:
Running Mileage: 707.18/1,000
Drinks: 276/365
Vegan: 39/100
Books Completed: 20/25
Words Written: 268,649/350,000
Fasts (Days without)
Internet: 124/171
TV: 98/120
Gaming: 122/141
Booze: 121/163
Coffee: 114/150
Junk (Savory): 75/100
Junk (Sweet): 129/100
Eat Out: 180/100
Junk (Sweet): 129/100
Eat Out: 180/100
Out of Africa
by all the possible means
and home in a heap
by all the possible means
and home in a heap
Today's Workout
(exempt due to travel)
Today's Drawing
(Based on the word Smithereens from Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day)
***Check out the full catalog of pictures HERE***
(Based on the word Smithereens from Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day)
***Check out the full catalog of pictures HERE***
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