CARRY ON UP THE CASBAH
DIPLOMATIC BAGGAGE MOROCCO, 1992 Rabat We flew to Rabat from Orly Sud in separate parts of the same plane - for operational reasons (i.e. getting his fare paid by the office) Jim had to travel First Class, while I had paid for my own bucket seat in Economy Class. Being the egalitarian chap he is, he cheerily waved his glass of champagne at me as we taxied down the runway. We were met at Rabat airport by an Embassy driver and taken to the Hotel Yasmina, a very nice, clean and friendly small hotel. Arriving late at night, we only had time for a drink and a snack before bed. We awoke to the sound of the muezzins on Sunday morning, and set off to explore the town. Rabat has no tourists as such, the Casbah is therefore easy to wander round at your leisure with minimal hassle from the traders. The Medina and Casbah separate the “new” town from the sea. The beach in Rabat is small and largely (and thickly) populated by Moroccans. Returning via the Casbah, a guy casually says “He...