We had a late flight from Tunis, Tunisia scheduled to leave at 10:30 pm and arrive at 1:10 am.  The plane was delayed and by the time we got to the hotel it was 4:00 am. Having no plans it was no big deal.  After a few hours sleep we were ready to roll.

Casablanca – another name that rolls nicely off the tongue.  It’s the largest city and major port in Morocco.  Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman made this name famous to many baby boomers – so popular that a reproduction of Rick’s Cafe was built in 2004 and is now a tourist attraction.

We hit the Atlantic coast to see Hassan II Mosque and cruise the Medina.

After Casablanca north took an hour train ride north to Rabat, the capital and seventh largest city.  We hit up the UNESCO sites and walked the Medina which all are full of feral cats and started grossing out Bill.

Rabat:

How do they find anything?

To top things off my camera died.  Almost two years to the day my camera did the exact same thing in Uzbekistan.  Nothingness.  It goes black and the buttons won’t function.  UGH!  Now I’m carrying around a seven pound boat anchor.  So frustrating.

After Tunisia and Casablanca it was starting to feel like the movie Groundhog Day.  Get up, rinse and repeat. So we changed plans.

We hopped on a train to Tangier where we met a driver to take us to another country….