Day 1 of my adventure and I was shattered.
An early start after a late night was not a good combination.
But I was excited, the holiday that I had been worrying about and waiting and wanting for ages was finally here...
On the easyjet flight, amongst the screaming babies and foriegners, was a posh couple sat behind me who annoyed me all through the flight but none more so than when we were coming into land in Marrakesh.
As we saw the first few buildings the woman - going for the gold award in pointing out the obvious - said oh that must be the outskirts.
A part of me wanted to block out the noise of her but a few moments later she pointed out that we were flying over olive groves which I - with my short sight - wouldn't have noticed and I realised that this was not a holiday where quick judgements and assumptions were going to help me.
I needed to leave my London cynicism behind and open my eyes to a new experience and a new culture otherwise I would ruin this for myself.
As I made my way from the airport the taxi driver - who spoke no english whatsoever - kept pointing out tourist attractions. I think he felt sorry for me being on my own bless him.
I got to the hotel and met my roommate and we went to the Medina for lunch before our group briefing where we met the rest of the gang.
It was an ace, friendly and gentle start to the holiday and we all couldn't wait to find out what lay ahead.
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