After a breakfastless 5 hr train ride to Casablanca this morning, I missed the last tour at Hussan II Mosque in Casablanca because I was searching for an open post office (they were all closed yesterday too). I now have a huge pile of crap (in addition to my huge bags) that I have to carry around with me all the way to Cairo. I had a fight with a cabbie, a cop, and 3 other Arabs because the cabbie was trying to scam 7 DH out of me when the actual cost should have been 2.5. After 7 minutes I won the very heated argument and saved myself 50 cents. I just realized that I lost a 2 gig memory card full of photos. Everybody here is ugly. I forgot my drain plug in Agadir and am now on day two of dirty laundry. No body knows who I am here. My socks smell. Why don't these damn people speak God's language... English? The food here sucks. Is it so hard to understand that Americans and America are God's gift to the world? I have a headache.
Ok, ok, I had a bad day. But Morocco has been excellent. I would come back in a heartbeat. Now on to Egpyt. I hope that the ancient Egyptian Gods will smile down on me and show me the way to a laundromat. I believe that it is either Ra or Proctor&Gamble that is the God of laundry.
P.S. Thank you all for your comments on this site and your emails. It has made me feel much better on days like today (and today was the first day like today).