CASABLANCA, MOROCCO
The ride was relatively pleasant—sleep never lasted more than ½-hour at a time and the girl and I talked, with some communication problems. Got to Casa about 7am and we walked together for a mile, before she had to turn. I bummed around, waiting for a travel agency to open: I was anxious to get to Algiers fast, to erase the frustration of having to backtrack so far and I was a little nervous because some people told me there were no more flights from Morocco to Algeria. It turned out to be that this was for Moroccans only and I was free to go, as long as I didn’t mind spending $140 and waiting a day. I didn’t.
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