As per usual, I arrived way too early at the airport. One of these days, this trait will pay off.

The immigration line at the Casablanca airport was ridiculous. Some folks were kept with the officer for 20 minutes. As an American, or just bc I’m me, I was basically waved in. Hmmm. Go USA?

So, Casablanca is rather bleak….so far. I walked around for a hour looking for dinner until I remembered that the sun was up,  I was in Morocco, and it’s Ramadan. Cereal it Is!

I’ll enjoy one day here on my own and then meet with the group for the tour.

Good night!

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