our last day in Marrakech and I have no big plans. go to the artisans ensemble and look at some beautiful leather goods I can afford but don't need. Don't buy. mail a couple of post cards, go for a walk in the mid-day sun (mad dogs and englishmen go out in the mid day sun) and go out for a final meal with the group.
leaving morocco - get up at 6 for two cups of bad coffee before leaving for the airport. at airport I check in with airline, go through security, go through passport control, go through boarding and then sit in airpland being told that because of earlier delays we have missed our takeoff slot and are waiting for next slot. Ah the glamour of travel. get to Luton (london) and wait 1/2 hour for luggage and then take bus into city. it drops me off at Baker street tube station and I am trying to figure out how to get to St Pancras station across from my hostel when I realize I am a mile away and put my pack on and grab my bag and start walking. along the way I pass the Royal Acadamy of Music and notice a young chinese woman who is unlocking her bike. at the next cross walk she asks me where I have been explaning that she has seen the Canadian flag on my pack and is also from Canada (Burnaby). she is studying piano performance here and we walk and talk a few blocks until she turns off.
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