But then.
Yesterday afternoon was pretty torrid.
The drive from Rabat to Chefchaouen took about five hours. Some of our fellow travellers hadn’t been to India before and were pretty shocked by what they saw along the way. To us it all felt quite familiar.
The traffic ranged from good to absolutely execrable.
By the time we finally arrived at about 8.30 pm everyone was pretty well whacked. Luckily, we still just managed to catch the last of the sunset, around 8.38.
Gorgeous.
But even though we were running about two hours late, the hotel still managed to make check-in a drawn-out affair.
We all had to fill in forms, despite having pre-checked in through Luxury Escapes.
By the time we finally got to our rooms it was about 9.30 pm, knowing we still had dinner to get through before we could call it a night.
The view from the rooftop bar however was spectacular.
Dinner was a set three-course meal, with a couple of dishes that apparently needed to be ordered 24 hours in advance.
We all managed to find something we’d be happy with. The food was fine.
There was a band playing right next to our table, but we were all far too tired to appreciate it. We got through dinner, skipped the alcohol, and escaped to our rooms looking forward to a shower.
Except ours was cold.
They’ve already tried to fix it twice. As I write this, there’s someone in the bathroom having another go. Oh. An angry phone call and now someone has joined in and is now drilling. Joy.