Goodbye Spain, hello Morroco! My airplane had a propeller which felt like I was going to deepest darkest Africa. Then a train into Casablanca through the arid ramshackle that is the city outskirts, followed by a taxi to God knows where where I picked up my bus ticket. Then a delicious lunch in a random spot which I hope doesn't come back to haunt me. Finished off with coffee in a decidedly man only smokey cafe where I remembered what it was like to stand out from the crowd. Now on a 6 hour bus ride to Essaouira next to a guy that is definitely going to share his cold with me. Adventuring again!