Things you wouldn't expect

Rabat in January = Edinburgh in August.
We could see our breath leaving the airport this morning, it got up to a decent temperature midday, and it has been raining and cold for the past couple hours. Oh my numb toes.

I'm settled into my hotel, the wifi is kind of dependable, had tagine for lunch and a super-francais cafe creme comme snack. As predicted I stop to read street signs in Arabic simply because they're in Arabic, but a huge percentage of stuff is in French.

I would stay in and write more (read: sleep for the next fourteen hours) but lunch went right through me so I must venture out for dinner with the group. Lesson learned: vegetable tagine is not always robust enough. When off-the-plane hungry, get the meat.