At Casablanca airport waiting to board for a 'comfortable' night flight in economy class to Rome via Frankfurt, no power is left for stock-taking. Tomorrow maybe.
Departure was celebrated by a walk on avenue Hassan II and by an authentic Moroccan pizza cooked in feu de bois. Yes, I know: silly Italians going for pizza in north-Africa. But try 8 days of tajine and couscous and anything short of Pizza Hut would do.
At the end, a great trip. Marrakesh will see me soon again, inshallah.
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