A pattern is now forming when it comes to visiting Morocco. First trip, earlier this year, resulted in being stranded by the ash cloud and an overland adventure to Spain arriving home about 5 days late but with the additional bonus of a night train to Tangier, a hilarious lunch in a Port 'o Leith type bar in Algeciras and a couple of lovely days in Cordoba.
This trip ends with the Great British Freeze-off and the slowest, nightmare-ish train journey back to Edinburgh from London last night, arriving close to midnight, about two hours late due to 'events' en route, as the train guard described them. Cold, nauseous, full of flu (picked up in London).
But Marrakech was great. Colourful, noisy, spicy, chaotic. I love it.
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