28 September 2015: Something Deb and I both ate yesterday didn’t agree with us. That became evident in the early dark hours of the morning with repeated hurried trips to the bathroom.
I relive last year’s fantastic holiday by bringing posts over from the trip blog. This doesn’t aim to be identical to the trip blog, but an improvement, with text edits and more / better photos. Find all these posts under the tag: Spain2015.
We both skipped breakfast and slept some more.
Our original plan had been to check out of Riad Abaca Badra just before noon, leave our bags there and wander off to the fixed price crafts centre to buy a rug. Then perhaps to go somewhere for dinner. Our flight to Barcelona leaves only a few minutes before midnight.
That plan suddenly became redundant. Gilles and Dominique, the owners of the Riad, were lovely. When I asked about a pharmacy they not only said all would be closed today but were able to give us an Imodium tablet each to help out. Then they said they didn’t need our room today and we could stay and rest beyond the usual checkout time. Such gracious hosts, they offered fruit and told us just to let them know what we needed.
We went up to the roof garden till it got too warm and then napped back in the room.
We left though in the late afternoon as we didn’t want to abuse their generous hospitality. After all, the Airport has a pharmacy, toilets, food and drink. It’s dry and air-conditioned too. WIth thunderstorms predicted for early evening it seems sensible to be inside, though there will be a walk across the tarmac to board.
Not eating and cautious sips of water or lemonade seem to be helping. We shared a small cheeese roll for dinner.
I’m glad that this happened on what is pretty much the last day of our trip. I’d seen enough of Marrakech and Morocco and am ready to go home.
Update: it’s quarter past one in the morning and we’re still waiting for our flight that was supposed to leave at 11.30 pm. It’s been a long day. Sigh.
In retrospect: we eventually boarded just after 2 am. This was the first flight on our long journey home with only a few hours (if we were lucky) at stops on the way through.