Frankie's Travels - Casablanca in transit(almost there)

The rebooked flight from Beirut to Casablanca was a major fail in my book. As in worse ever.

My window seat was on a wing.
The toilet smelt so bad I nearly chucked my guts.
I would complain about the large chap next to me but he was very friendly and pleasant.
And no TV entertainment. None! For 6 hours of Flying!

Anyway the flight was otherwise uneventful.

it is however my new mantra to not jump to conclusions and not judge a country by their aeroplane food... Or else I would never ever go to Lebanon again.

I landed in "Casa" and proceeded to the domestic departures lounge. Which was packed wall to wall with people so I turned around and went to passport control and left the airport... To get on a shuttle and try find a hotel to get some sleep.

Shuttle operator said hotel was fully booked so I took my cold sorry tired self back into the airport.

I think this moment was the lowest moment of this entire air travelling adventure. Low on sleep Hungry and very Cold. I considered maybe getting my luggage, and buying a flight home and never leaving again. Instead I manned up and tried to console myself over a cup of Hot Chocolate. (which was luke warm small and overpriced booo)

Finally I decided to go take a look at the Departure Lounge Horror again and found it deserted. So I decided that the only option (other than taking a taxi to another hotel and hoping to find one with space) was to spend the next 10 hours in the departure lounge.

Unfortunately I did not dress very warmly for my air travel because I really didn't expect to need to be dressed warmly. (lesson: Morocco in winter is as cold as a proper Joburg winter. Which is Pretty chilly to me)

So I took out my scarf and wrapped my head and shoulders and took out my towel (homage to Douglas Adams) and spread that over my knees and put on the freebie aeroplane socks and considered wrapping my cold ears with my spare tshirt...

And then I shivered for the next 10 hours trying to get some shut eye.

The kindly guard woke me later and directed me to three seats together which was a marginal improvement.

It was mostly very unpleasant but I survived and at 8am I was in line and ready to hop onto my fourth and final flight.

They took out a 737-200 to transport 20 people 300 km to Marrakech. Needless to say... I had the best amount of leg room on this flight.

And then and hour later... I Finally... Arrived At My Destination... And when I found my airport transfer bus driver. (amazingly my luggage was waiting for me and had arrived at my destination without any hitch - this was a big relief) I was only just strong enough to not break down into weeping with Joy that finally I was no longer alone in being responsible for what to do and where to go.

Thus, Frankie's Moroccan Adventure Commenced...