The whole point of this trip is relaxation. So I have absolutely no problem telling you that we did just that.
Day 6: We spent the whole of the morning in the Atlas Mountains, by the pool. The funniest part was when I went to get changed at the poolside showers and I overheard a group of Americans having an orientation talk. They were quite clearly on a yoga retreat. Their guide explained that there was a Berber village nearby, which they were welcome to walk to. It was a working village with a school and shop but “just to let you know, there is no KFC or anything like that”. I nearly died laughing. In the afternoon, we transferred back to Marrakesh.
Day 7: Neither Phil nor I had any motivation to leave the hotel today (possibly owing tummy upsets, which is quite common - I’m going to blame the poolside Sorbet/Ice cream). We spent the day by the pool, reading and relaxing. We were able to keep our room until 17:00, when the driver came to collect us to take us to the airport, so we were able to shower and change before the flight. Annoyingly (and typically), the driver bought an “orientation guide” with him, who took us from the car to the check-in desk and onward to the security gate. Tips are expected in Morocco but part of me objects to tipping for services you don’t really need/request (don’t get me wrong, of course we tipped him!).
We upgraded the return flight between Marrakesh and Gatwick because it was so cramped on the way out and, after all, this is our anniversary trip and we wanted some champagne. Because we upgraded at the airport there wasn’t a meal for us, but we got some BA M&S food for free and, of course, express security, lounge access, hot towels, free snacks and drinks.. We landed at 23:30 and went straight to the Bloc Hotel for a few hours sleep.
Day 8: We took the red-eye flight back to Jersey and then I went straight to the office….booo hisss. Back to Earth with a bump.
