Train leaves in 17 minutes.
4 hour ride in first class. AMTRAC could learn something from these guys.
148 Dinar or $14.20 USD.
the train. They’re taking me to Marrakech.
But not before a stop at McDo’s,

as it is called, for a banana smoothie. Train leaves in about an hour.
Learning the ins and outs of the WordPress apps on the phone and iPad and should be able to make more posts with pics faster, easier.
Received great news this AM – the package from Egypt arrives in Portland on Friday!!
But I am still hauling around the 3 pound stone carvings of King Tut, a scarab and Nefratiti!!!
Namaste




After the earlier CSN post on tomorrow’s train ride, I reflected on the night before I flew from Ankara to Kathmandu about a year and a half ago……..and my thoughts about going to a place that was in a song that I listened to hundreds of times.
A reprise post.is in order.
“Katmandu”
I think I’m goin’ to Katmandu,
That’s really really where I’m going to
If I ever get out of here
That’s what I’m gonna do
Kkkkkk, Katmandu
I think it’s really where I’m going to
If I ever get out of here
I’m goin to Katmandu
I got no kick against the west coast,
Warner Brothers are such good hosts
I raise my whiskey glass, and give ’em a toast,
I’m sure they know it’s true
I got no rap against the southern states
Every time I’ve been there it’s been great
But now I’m leavin’ and I can’t be late
And to myself be true
That’s where I’m goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I’m going to
If I ever get out of here
That’s what I’m gonna do
I got no quarrel with the midwest
The folks out there have given me their best
I lived there all my life I’ve been their guest
I sure have loved it too
I’m tired of lookin’ at the tv news
I’m tired of drivin’ hard and payin’ dues
I figure baby I’ve got nothing to lose
I’m tired of being blue
That’s why I’m goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I’m going to
If I ever get out of here
That’s what I’m gonna do
Kkkkkk, Katmandu
Take me baby cause I’m goin’ with you
If I ever get out of here
I’m goin to Katmandu
I ain’t got nothin’ against the east coast
You want some people well they got the most
And New York City’s like a friendly ghost
You seem to pass right through
I know I’m gonna miss the USA
I guess I’ll miss it every single day
But no one loves me here anyway
I know my plane is due
The one that’s goin to Katmandu
Up to the mountains where I’m going to
If I ever get out of here
That’s what I’m gonna do
Kkkkkk, Katmandu
Really really really I’m going to
If I ever get out of here
If I ever get out of here
If I ever get out of here
I’m goin to Katmandu
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh yeah
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Katmandu
Written by Bob Seger
A ramble:
About where the medina and all the souks were. It was directly behind the hotel. When I set out after the last post I went in the opposite direction from where I had walked earlier today…….and bingo….. I was in the heart of the souks.
Shoes, dresses, luggage, shirts and more.




It was a pleasant experience compared to the ‘Hey Mister’ harranging of Luxor. There was little sales pressure and initial prices seemed reasonable, but a tad high. The explosion of colors was like eye candy. Took pics with the iPhone (the ones in this posting) and with the 25 meg pixel mirrorless Sony, which I am starting to love.
It started to get dark. Both my guidebook and the man at the hotel desk cautioned against walking in the souk area at night, so I started walking towards where I thought the hotel was.
It was like a maze and I was the rat. I was hopelessly lost.
I walked with more deliberation and confidence, something I learned reading Paul Theroux. It is hard to ‘walk tall’ in sandals, but I tried.
Without the map app on the iPhone I would still be there, wandering helplessly.
Stopped where I had dinner last PM and bought a 16 ounce fresh squeezed orange juice, added 3 ounces of vodka in my room and sat in the lobby and made this post.

As I will be busy tomorrow morning heading south by train, I will add this now, but it would be a better post tomorrow.
Marrakesh Express
By Graham Nash
Looking at the world
Through the sunset in your eyes
Trying to make the train
Through clear Moroccan skies
Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall
American ladies five foot tall in blue
Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind
Had to get away to see what we could find
Hope the days that lie ahead
Bring us back to where they’ve led
Listen not to what’s been said to you
Would you know we’re riding
On the Marrakesh Express
Would you know we’re riding
On the Marrakesh Express, they’re taking me to Marrakesh
All on board the train, all on board the train
I’ve been saving all my money just to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair
As performed by Crosby Stills Nash
Next stop Marrakech
In the Casablanca medina

Ready for some serious cooking.
Abackpackandadaysack waiting for a ride from Moro to the airport.
Abackpackandadaysack in my room in Casablanca.
At Rick’s
Screaming inet in the lobby of Hotel Central. Finally. Best speeds in 32 days.
Will upload more after another walk to take pics. Good light for pics time.
Wiki says:
Hassan II Mosque
Hassan II Mosque is located in Greater Casablanca
Location within Casablanca
Geographic coordinates 33.60826°N 7.63292°W
Affiliation Islam
Municipality Casablanca
District Casablanca
Prefecture Casablanca-Anfa
State Casablanca
Region Greater Casablanca
Year consecrated 1993
Ecclesiastical or organizational status In use
Status Active
Leadership King Hassan II
Architectural description
Architect(s) Michel Pinseau (France)
Architectural type Mosque
Architectural style Arab-Andalusian, Moorish
General contractor Bouygues
Groundbreaking 12 July 1986
Completed 30 August 1993
Construction cost $400–$700 million
Specifications
Capacity 105,000 (25,000 indoors, additional 80,000 on Mosque’s grounds)
Dome(s) One
Minaret(s) One
Minaret height 210 metres (690 ft)
Materials Cedar from Middle Atlas
Marble from Agadir
Granite from Tafraoute[1]
The Hassan II Mosque or Grande Mosquée Hassan II (Arabic: مسجد الحسن الثاني; nickname: “Casablanca Hajj” (colloquial, microblogging and social networking language)[2] is a mosque in Casablanca, Morocco. It is the largest mosque in Morocco and the 13th largest in the world. Its minaret is the world’s tallest at 210 metres (689 ft).[3][4] Completed in 1993, it was designed by Michel Pinseau and built by Bouygues. The minaret is 60 stories high topped by a laser, the light from which is directed towards Mecca.[5] The mosque stands on a promontory looking out to the Atlantic Ocean, worshippers can pray over the sea but there is no glass floor looking into the sea. The walls are of hand-crafted marble and the roof is retractable. A maximum of 105,000 worshippers can gather together for prayer: 25,000 inside the mosque hall and another 80,000 on the mosque’s outside grounds.[4]


I say:
I could not go inside. There was a tour in an hour and a half, but I did not want to wait. I wandered around the medina streets back to my hotel, after a nice 3+ mile walk.
Wiki says:
Rick’s Café Casablanca is a restaurant, bar and café located in the city of Casablanca, Morocco. Opened March 1, 2004,[1] the place was designed to recreate the bar made famous by Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman in the movie classic Casablanca. Set in an old courtyard-style mansion built against the walls of the Old Medina of Casablanca, the restaurant – piano bar is filled with architectural and decorative details reminiscent of the film: curved arches, a sculpted bar, balconies, balustrades as well as beaded and stencilled brass lighting and plants that cast luminous shadows on white walls. There is an authentic 1930’s Pleyel piano and As Time Goes By is a common request to the in-house pianist.

Owned by The Usual Suspects company, this Casablanca landmark is usually described as the real Rick’s Café, finally bringing the legendary “Gin Joint” of cinema fame to life in today’s Casablanca.
I say:
Will probably depart Casablanca for Marrakech tomorrow, by train. Have read and heard it is much less hectic. At 4 million, CB is more city than I enjoy.
In the hotel. 5/24 at 8 PM. Working out the kinks on inet connectivity. Will write and upload as I can.
Busy day. Moro’s car to the Cairo airport, then a 5 hour plane ride across north Africa, then took the train to downtown Casablanca, then a cab.
Many stories to tell. Stay tuned.
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