Travel Blogs from Casablanca
Lauren being sick was beginning to drag on. We had nothing left to do, but she wasn't up to leaving the room. So we slowly went insane. Lauren flopped listlessly about on the bed, too bored to even read. I was hogging the computer in order to watch YouTube videos, settled amidst the backpacks on the other double bed. The …
Lauren was still not well. She had spent the night hacking up her lungs. Which meant I spent the night fantasising about smothering her with the pillow. So we just ate at the hotel, which turned out to be really quite nice. We had another selection of breads, but with a tub of yoghurt and a madeline cake. This might get old …
Today was, sadly, a write off. Lauren had barely survived the day before and we were still jet lagged. Both of us woke up groggy and reluctant to leave, but breakfast beckoned, especially knowing that it would no longer be curry. So Lauren took a couple of painkillers and we went for a walk to find an open café.
... and yet simplicity of the third largest mosque in the world is most impressive. Leaving the mosque as a mere reflection in the rear view mirror we continued along the Corniche before heading north to the Moroccan capital of Rabat, we soon realised that Casablanca doesn’t provide the true essence of Morocco.
Highlights of Casablanca:
- Strolling and dining along the corniche
- Guided tour of the Mosque of Hassan II
... on (it was very hot), so we will have to come back to go inside it.