Having now ridden a camel, I really do not need so to do again.
On the beach at the Atlantic Ocean, just south of the mouth of the Mediterranean:
Gloom despair and agony…..
Or silver lining: NEW MOROCCAN WARDROBE!
I have my pills, a change of undergarments for Tuesday, and all the stuff I need to write. But no extra clothing.
And Royal Air Maroc says they have no idea where the suitcase is.
I wish American Airlines had done what they told us Monday morning they would do: leave our luggage for us to collect and check with our new outbound carrier. Instead, they transferred it, didn’t give us new claim checks, and now my luggage is lost with no record in the system.
We shall see…..
Meanwhile, HELLO TANGIER!!!