We’re back where we started: Casablanca. Tomorrow we’ll be boarding the plane that will take us to Abu Dhabi then onwards to Manila.
Putting my cooking lessons to good use
We left Marrakech early this morning, anticipating the volume of people traveling back to their hometown on the eve of Eid al-Adha. We were so different from when we first arrived in Morocco almost 3 weeks ago: we were no longer meek and confused at the platform. In fact, we were even the first ones onboard the train.
Arriving at Casa Voyageurs left us with little choice but to accept a ride from an enterprising petit taxi driver. We ended up lost, but were saved by the kindness of a policeman and another taxi driver who barely speak any English but was able to take us to the house we’re staying at. The driver only charged us 20 dirhams.
I wanted to end the trip by watching the sun set over the Atlantic Ocean, but considering the hassle we encountered going to our accommodation, we just opted to stay in, only going out to walk to the nearby supermarché for some chicken, spices, soup mix, chips, drinks and dessert. While we love the food in Morocco, it’s nice to cook and taste something familiar again.
Photo by Cla Ines