Boom! Roasted.

We missed our first flight today.  At the bus station in Essouaria, we were given empty promises by bus touts who told us it would only take 5 hours to Casablanca.  After inquiring with each company we decided to save $4US dollars and took the cheaper option.  5 hours to Casablanca probably would have been true if we didn't stop and pick up 20 different passengers along the way who each demanded to be let off in their city of choice.  People were cursing at the bus driver in Arabic until he got off the freeway and dropped them off at their optimal locations (door-to-door service!).  Then of course, the driver got hungry and stopped to pick up meat and vegetables along the way.   We then proceeded to a Tajine (where else!) restaurant to have his buddies BBQ it for him on a grill.  While we were waiting for him to finish his tea we watched as the $4 more legit bus fly by.  Even though we were 3 hours behind we still would have been O.K. except for the fact that we took a cab to the airport that topped out at 50km/h. Perfect example of when each little thing goes wrong.  We rushed into the check-in and got the horrible no-go from the lady behind the counter.  Disappointed, we ended up coughing up 200 euros to take Royal Air Maroc, whose logo happens to be a star with wings and a crown drawn on it.  The plane was a little prop ATF plane, which we believed to be french and from the 70s. However, we made it to Portugal in one piece, and found us some very swank accommodation for a reasonable price!

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