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Got 1st class tix. had compartment to ourselves for awhile--laid down & slept. In Meknes 2 others came in.
Nice driver took us to the Cottages. Difficult to find, but he was very nice.
Got in our cottage, Sylvain showed us around. Went to the pool.
Laid down, not feeling well. A/C not working. Sylvain couldn't get it to work, so we moved to another cottage.
Dinner: chicken & couscous--delish.
... sitting. He double checked again, making sure he understood what I wanted: tea in the teapot, ice in the glasses. Oui. I really think he had no idea what we were doing.
Once the black tea had steeped, I slowly poured it over the ice. Voila! Iced tea. So happy. Of course, we only had enough ice for one glass, but by the time we drank that, the rest of the tea in the pot had cooled down considerably (and so had we), so it all worked out very well. The salads were amazing too.
We had breakfast at the Riad at around 9 am. It was quite good with different breads/pastries, fresh orange juice, grapes, figs, a plum, English breakfast tea, fig and apricot jams, butter, and pancakes. There was also yogurt and cheese, but we didn't eat that--no more dairy for us.
Our host asked if I wanted him to get our train tickets for the 31st. He said because of Ramadan, the tickets might go quickly. So, of course, I said yes. I found out that only ...
... it had to be searched.
By the time we got to the gate, we didn't have much wait time before boarding. Unfortunately, Hunter and I did not have seats together. I didn't even realize it when the lady checked us in--she didn't mention it either. But, whatever. We each had window seats on opposite sides of the plane two rows apart.
I don't know for Hunter, but it was a plane ride from hell for me and everyone around me. The woman in front of me ...
... was excessively expensive, although being very good (consisting of local soup called harira, pastilla, shish kebab, cous cous and watermelon). By now, we had pretty much burnt all the free time we had and had to race back to the luggage place, to grab our bags, before jumping in the back of some little cart (see the pictures) to just make it onto our twelve hour train. This was also after paying a shitload of money to Abdul for his "guidance and services". Thankfully we made the train ...