Derb Dabachi as you have never seen it before.
It is utterly deserted at 4am. with all the shops shuttered and all the cats hiding.
We had to get up at 3:30 am to get to the airport to catch the 6:15 flight to Casablanca.
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Luckily Mohammed Taxi arrived very promptly so Robert didn't have to wander around looking mysterious any more.
The flight to Casablanca only takes about 20 minutes.
However, the layover at Casablanca is four hours before the flight to New York - there are no direct flights. you always have to go either through France, Spain, London - or somewhere.
I hate flying. I hate airports. We eat candy. We chat to the girls who run the snack bar. We cruise the gift shop.
I take a photo of the plane.
I take a photo in the little tiny smoking lounge. (Don't ask).
We snag internet access by sitting directly outside the First Class Lounge.
The flight is uneventful - the only thing one wants really.
Needless to say, we look forward to the food. Luckily Robert doesn't like smoked salmon, so I eat his bit.
The tea is all wishy washy - I have two cups and long for more.
The luggage takes for ever to arrive at JFK.
We eventually get to the apartment at 6pm US time - 11pm Morocco time so the journey has taken almost 20 hours.
I'm continuing the Morocco blog while we're away with images I've stored up.
But, having got the blogging bug, I'm doing a New York one too.
