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“The journey home is never a direct route; it is, in fact, always circuitous, and somewhere along the way, we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination.”—Paul Brenner (Nelson DeMille’s book, Up Country)

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Train to Marrakesh

Train station just a block from Hotel Magestic. Our first class
tickets for $60 gives us a six or seven hour day of travel.
Train arrived on time and our seats are comfortable. Track bed is
good and our electric train is moving at a fast pace.

Land is farm land and flat. Near Rabat we are able to view the ocean
from our train window. The color is aqua blue-green.
Land south of Casablanca is fertile farm land. It reminds me of
Kansas. Just as quick, the terrain looks like Arizona!

Train station in Marrakesh is ultra modern. Lots of other
contradictions regarding women's dress. Perhaps the most trendy to date?

Dinner setting is along a boulavard, tree lined with cars, busses, motorbikes, and bicycles; oh, I forgot to tell you that there are hordes of people trying to cross the street. Police whistles and hand jesters seem to have little meaning or affect.

Bon apetit!

1 comment:

Jean said...

Marcus--

Sorry I JUST missed your call! Needless to say, a call back does not work. Sounds like you are having a great time. Can't wait for the pictures!

--Jean