We are back from the Marrakech and in one piece, despite being accosted by a henna lady and despite it taking over 23 minutes to buy two wooden snakes. Tonight we go to Inverness on the sleeper. I am losing my voice but am in good spirits, and am glad to be in a climate that is cool and that threatens rain. More tomorrow once we are in Skye, but in the meantime, here are some more photographs.
To start with, here is the ceiling of the bathroom in the second bathroom we had in our hotel. If you look carefully, you will see a bird's nest, and perhaps a bird. But not the poo it left in our bath.
Here are some photosnaps of Marrakech. The problem with taking photosnaps in Marrakech is that every single one has probably been taken better by someone else a million times. Still, some of them are pretty. I like the old man best, even though "Arjun" probably means "fuck off, tourists".
We flew back to Heathrow with the charmers that are Royal Air Maroc. Despite their astonishingly bad reputation, the flight was on time and our baggage arrived before we did. NOT ONLY THAT, but they had my secret favourite pudding for lunch (that weird French custardy stuff), which more than made up for Mystery Meat and Rice of Damp Wool:
Most intriguing, however, were the safety card things. Not only does it seem to be frowned upon to kick fellow passengers out of the door,
but kicking them out of the window is also not recommended:
And neither is strolling up and down the aisle smoking a poo.
And now to the train, and Scotland!
Pip McPip
NWM
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