Casablanca by night
The trip seems like it’s getting more complicated. In the last 24 hours we’ve decided to can our idea of spending another week in Morocco and heading into the Western Sahara, because there’s nothing really down that way and there’s little point of travelling so far unless you’re going to Mauritania as well. Not to mention the huge distances, a journey we’d only have to repeat less than a week later.
Instead we’re going to Mali by plane on Thursday. Morocco has practically closed its border to Mauritania following the kidnapping of three Spaniards in November, and two Italians in December, so now you’ve gotta go all the way to Rabat to get a visa from the Mauritanian embassy direct. This would have been a massive hassle for us, and because of the danger of kidnapping we’d only be shooting through the place on our way to Mali anyway. So we figured we might as well save the money we would have spent doing all that and shell out for a plane ticket instead.
With that in mind this morning was spent frantically trying to find the cheapest possible online flight, ensuring we could make it to Casablanca by bus in time and resecuring our shitty hotel room before the grumpy owner turfed our stuff out onto the street.
Add to this our lingering concern Sian may be pregnant: ever since a rather primal moment alone together at sunset on top of a Spanish mountain we’ve been slightly worried, so before we could do any planning for Mali we had to find a pharmacy and ask, in broken French, for a pregnancy test. This morning it seriously felt like the trip was in jeopardy of total collapse. She isn’t, by the way.
So tomorrow we’re up a 0530 to get the 0630 bus to Casablanca from Agadir (via Marrakech) so we can catch the 2330 flight to Bamako (Malian capital) which lands around 2am.
See you in Mali.
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