I am on the plane now to Casablanca. I wish I could see the famous city. I am on Royal Air Maroc. The diversity of people and culture begins. Turbans, burkas and a few like me. Men and children stare at me and women glare. I try not to notice but it’s kind of funny. I smile sometimes.
I was so tired when I boarded the plane. I knew I had a row to myself so I quickly got my pillow out and spread out. I covered by rear end with a scarf. It’s bad enough to point the soles of my feet at someone, I tried to be discrete. I slept like the dead for an hour or so. Then some chicken. No hormones in this chicken, must be African. Tough stuff. This will probably be an eat to live first part of the trip. Not expecting anything exciting to please the foodie that I am.
I think it will be a 24 hour day of flying. Which is a reminder that you can sleep when you are dead! A favorite saying of mine
Travel Pig 