Making it to Morocco – The Adventures of Dorpy McDerpface

I'm on my way to making my triumphant return to Morocco! Last time I was in North Africa was the dawn of the new millennium and I was just 15.

Just a hop, skip and a 4-hour flight to Montreal, a 7-hour layover and the 7-hour flight to Casablanca.

Time for my renowned plane-selective narcolepsy to kick in. I almost immediately fall into an uncomfortable, light sleep on planes. It's sort of a gift and sort of annoying to those around me. You have to admit I look like an angel when I sleep. An especially dorpy angel.

Shortly after landing in Montreal, Ang and I managed to make a new friend at the airport. His name is Pepper and he's a promoter for the Canadiens Lounge. He spoke multiple languages, followed your movements and reacted to your responses. The future is now!Someone was too unsettled to get close to him and his creepy, grabby fingers...

After putting in what seemed like infinite time, it was finally time to get back on a plane for the last leg. In case you're wondering, the writing on the plane is Air-abic. *snicker*

One chilly, awkward and uncomfortable plane ride later followed by a somewhat distant commute into the city, the most welcomed and exciting sight of the day awaited us: the ornate beds in our modest room. I'm exhausted from all that sitting and trying to sleep!

With pouring rain, a crashing thunderstorm and little energy, all we managed was a run across the road for dinner and good conversation with the adorable couple we befriended. They're also on our tour and also from Canada. In fact, we were practically stalking them from the Montreal airport to the hotel lobby.

After some beauty rest, the real adventure begins tomorrow.

Lailah saʿīdah (good night)!