So day 1 of my Super-Awesome-Make-It-Up-As-I-Go trip around Europe (and north Africa and maybe Asia) got off to a auspicious start.
I arrived at the airport slightly later than planned because of a waiter who was slow to bring the bill at lunch (not that I minded, great conversation was provided courtesy of Sheneka White) and the mandatory Tube delays. But fear not, I still arrived two hours before departure time. I went to check-in and after depositing my one piece of checked luggage I was told that my carry-on was overweight and I would have to pay 50 Euros to have it checked. I was miffed but willing to pay up to get on my plane. I went to a separate counter where I was told the true price would be over 100 Pounds! I avoided panicking and talked the man at the counter into letting me shift some stuff around and eventually I was able to convince them my bag would fit. Financial crisis averted.
I rewarded myself with what was probably the most delicious brownie I've ever eaten. And I still have another.
So I boarded the flight to Casablanca and chatted with two Americans who were in England shooting for a travel show and on their way to Marrakesh for a little vacation. I got to Casa and had a two-hour layover before a 45 minute flight to Agadir. I touched down half an hour before midnight and was on my way to my apartment when the car got a flat tire! No one really knew what to do, but luckily we had stopped right in front of a gas station where someone was able to help get us on our way.
And thus began my adventures in Agadir.
I arrived at the airport slightly later than planned because of a waiter who was slow to bring the bill at lunch (not that I minded, great conversation was provided courtesy of Sheneka White) and the mandatory Tube delays. But fear not, I still arrived two hours before departure time. I went to check-in and after depositing my one piece of checked luggage I was told that my carry-on was overweight and I would have to pay 50 Euros to have it checked. I was miffed but willing to pay up to get on my plane. I went to a separate counter where I was told the true price would be over 100 Pounds! I avoided panicking and talked the man at the counter into letting me shift some stuff around and eventually I was able to convince them my bag would fit. Financial crisis averted.
I rewarded myself with what was probably the most delicious brownie I've ever eaten. And I still have another.
So I boarded the flight to Casablanca and chatted with two Americans who were in England shooting for a travel show and on their way to Marrakesh for a little vacation. I got to Casa and had a two-hour layover before a 45 minute flight to Agadir. I touched down half an hour before midnight and was on my way to my apartment when the car got a flat tire! No one really knew what to do, but luckily we had stopped right in front of a gas station where someone was able to help get us on our way.
And thus began my adventures in Agadir.
Where are the pictures???
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