Days 12–16: Marrakesh-Agadir-Manchester-London

Home now. In the final few days, we got the seven-hour train out of Fes, spent a night in Marrakesh and got the bus back to Agadir the next morning, as travelling around was fairly exhausting, time was short, and we needed to return to Angleterre fairly relaxed.


Having spent a few days in Agadir by the pool and on the beach, I am now eerily calm, decently tanned, a master of Sudoku, and more knowledgeable about the nature of organised crime in the UK (thanks to Tony Thompson’s excellent book, Gangs). Which is what you want from a holiday really. I’m predicting that by 11.33 this morning, I’ll be totally stressed again.