Atlas Airport Hotel Casablanca

... rounded the corner, there our airplane stood: a tiny, 18-seater, twin-propeller jet for our international, intercontinental flight to Morocco! Oh, my.<br><br>I thought I would be a little white-knuckled the whole flight to Morocco, but I said a few prayers along the way and it (obviously) turned out just fine. (Both pilots did quite well through the bits of turbulence we encountered &#8211; both of them also took turns walking to the back of the plane to use the ...

... was open but when we returned we found that Olly had recruited a friendly Morocan guy from the hotel to help us get the bikes apart. Within minutes and only using wire cutters he had the lock broken. I didnt ask where he aquired this special set of skills but i have to say he was an absolute legend fro bailing us out of that situation.<br><br>Shortly after we got on the road we where faced with our second problem. We were lost and it was still raining ...

... fun. I was able to take pictures there so I can show you guys. We had tea and snacks and a drink in this big tent and singers and dancers walked around in between all the tables. Then we went and sat in this &#8220;stadium&#8221; around a big dirt pit, and guys riding horses did a bunch of tricks and shot guns and stuff. There was also a belly dancer and some other stuff and fireworks at the end. After that we went back to the hotel and hung out again ...

... visit: water project in Casa, schools in Agadir, orphanage in Tangier Things I packed and didn't use: work out clothes (no time!), scarf (too hot), sweater, jacket, calculator Things I wish I had packed: extra shirt, light pants, small towel, washcloth, slippers (for icky hotel) Favorite purchases: gifts, argan oil, painting from gallery (in Tangier), Italian bracelet (from Essaouira), magnets, wooden spoons ...

... headed west out of Cairo, I got a look at the Pyramids from the air and was surprised how small they looked from so high up. The flight went out into the Mediterranean at one point but most of the time we were flying over desert as far as you could see. We got breakfast and drinks but there were no movies to watch which made it a very long flight. About half way through we passed a mountain range covered in snow. We filled in the time doing some puzzles ...

... around focused on their jobs, the streets full of vehicles, a reasonable amount of garbage scattered alongside the street gutters and any area the breeze can push it to; gardens are more green spaces (lawns) rather than maintained areas full of plants. A certain ``hard edge'' which typifies commercial hubs, which if you have lived in one (Sydney in my case) you can understand it.Another aspect of commercial hubs is the beggar population is larger; Shellie and I were approached ...

... de algumas horas a espera de boleia e mais um falso alarme, encostou o Driss, senhor simpatico e generoso que começou logo por me oferecer pequeno almoço na estação de serviço entre Rabat e Casa, o meu primeiro « pain au chocolat », mas chocolate nem vê-lo. Nenhuma das cabines disponiveis funcionava com moeda. Paciência, depois vejo isso. Fui conversando com o Driss e ele foi me dando algumas dikas de coisas importantes a saber em arabe, visto que até então ...

... the boat for more money. Thinking I had more than enough I raced back to find out the metre was still going up at an astronomical rate and had barely enough to cover Connies ransom release. A lucky escape for her.... So off we set sail for Gibraltar, north winds and swell again, bumpy bumpy bumpy. Connie, Brett and Hannah all feel the effects soon after, Hannah more than anyone. No dinner, tried to watch Captain Ron to initiate them into the sailing groove but to no success.

... Jules Gros might be and eventually, in a bit of frustration, deposited us in front of "shopping". We asked directions at an ice cream cafe, but ...