I left Essaouria yesterday at about 1230, to a rather lackluster farewell. Sitting in a dirty little bus station for about an hour before you leave anywhere is not very glamourous to say the least. This was no exception. I did though get a front row seat on the bus with no one sitting next to me, so that was kind of nice… no, that was nice. Ever since the rest of the group left I’ve been trying to get used to traveling alone, and to be honest it has been difficult. Wherever I go I’m second guessing myself on my plans, on timings, and generally anything that has some variable to it. For example I’m feeling a little bit uneasy that right now I’m on the right train and that I’m sitting in the correct seat. Is someone going to come over and tell me that I’m heading to Cairo instead of Tangier? Oh, did I mention that I’m on a train right now?

I stayed last night in the same hotel/riad that the group stayed the last night of the tour, but it really lacked any life without the others there. On the way to the hotel I convinced the driver to make a stop at the train depot so I could get today’s ticket to Tangier, and one other stop to get some food for the night. There wasn’t going to be any last dinner or trip into Marrakech for some pictures of the medina, or any thing else. What I ended up doing is some laundry, check email, and try to get a room when I arrive in Tangier. I also paced around the room for a while, and ended up going to bed pretty early.

So as mentioned I’m sitting on a train making my way to Tangier via Casablanca. The steady methodic roll of the car is putting the majority of the people around me to sleep. It was doing it to me as well, but then I decided to write this, so probably in a few minutes I’ll be just like them.

I think I’ve finally getting over the stomach bug that I’d been fighting, or at least it’s in a kind of, remission. On the other side though last night I started getting a runny nose which may mean that now I’m getting a cold. I really hope not.