Home Run From Marrakech
I hadn’t expected this trip to be one of my home runs, but after abandoning the holiday in Marrakech, that is how it turned out. So I’m putting up this start page for the adventure.
So now there is a tag called Home Run From Marrakech.
Welcome To Marrakech
This picture sums up Marrakech to me!

Welcome To Marrakech
I did see an open-topped tpurist bus, which might have been worth riding, but there was nobody about to sell me a ticket.
A Holiday In Marrakech
The idea was supposed to be very simple. I would fly out of Gatwick on British Airways, have four nights in a riad in Marrakesh and then fly back on Thursday afternoon. I’d booked through a well-known travel agent and they had arranged everything.
Ten years or so ago, C and myself had flown to Marrakech and stayed for a weekend in the Villa des Oranges and I’d hoped to bring back some happy memories, with perhaps a trip to the Atlas Mountains, taking a lot of photographs and writing my blog. I’d also checked out that the riad had wi-fi and was rated to be friendly and good for solo travellers.
But everything went pear-shaped when I found that my mobile-phone had been lost at Gatwick. I use it constantly for keeping in touch with the world, but no matter as I’d bought a small netbook computer with me and the riad had wi-fi.
The riad was good, except for the wi-fi, which perhaps ran for a minute or so before it dropped out. I even found it virtually impossible to send an e-mail using my Google account. I think I managed just one short post about my mobile phone. But no matter, as from previous experience there were some nice Internet cafes in Marrakech. But of course, I couldn’t find it and all I found was a grotty place, where the computers were virtually unusable. These days, who needs an Internet cafe? Only those in trouble.
I should say there was a nice computer for guests to use in the hotel, but it had the most complicated keyboard I’d ever seen. I couldn’t find the @-sign and it just turned me off everything.
I then booked a tour of the historic sites in the centre. I had been told it would be 400 Moroccan dinars, when I booked it, as I’d have to pay for two people, but in the morning, the guide wanted 400 each for me and my non-existent companion. I also found the tour would be just me and the guide.
That was it! I don’t like being ripped-off and I can afford to take a stand, but others perhaps cannot, so I told the guide where to go in no uncertain terms.
Marrakech was also depressing me, as it wasn’t the place I remembered and i couldn’t seem to find a nice cafe for a drink anywhere outside of the riad.
So as I didn’t want to be trapped there, I did what I always do. I cut my misery and took a taxi for the airport to get a flight home. I had checked that seats were available on easyJet, so perhaps I could be in London by nightfall.
I’ve Lost My Mobile Phone
Somewhere on the Road to Morocco my mobile phone has gone missing.
If anybody, who reads this can they please inform O2, as I have no means of contacting them.
Plastic Belt Buckles
I object to taking my belt off in airport security, as because of my gammy left hand, I need a mirror to get it back in again.
At Gatwick, I said could I not and said why, but the guy said you’ll have to take it off, if it beeps in the machine.
It didn’t beep and I kept it on.
In the 1970s I worked for ICI Plastics and there were plastics then, that were strong enough to make belt buckles, that wouldn’t be dangerous or set off medal detectors.
So why don’t we have them now?
If nothing it would speed up security!
WH Smith Go Backwards
I’m a subscriber to The Times and get vouchers to pay for my paper.
Where I live there are two shops that take them and I usually use them, when I’m staying in for the morning. Or I might use the supermarket, when I do an early morning shop.
But when I travel by train, I usually pick my paper up at the station to read on the journey.
Until earlier this week, I just went into the WH Smith picked up the paper and put the voucher in the box.
They’ve now removed the boxes and expect you to use the self service machines. It’s a pain, so now they won’t get my custom.
Usually, when I go to the station, I don’t pass a paper shop that takes vouchers. So today, I’ll have to walk the other way to the shop that does, before I go to St. Pancras.
I can’t help feeling that lots of people will forgo their morning newspaper or buy it elsewhere.
Does Glasgow Need Its Own Rail Hub?
I’ve just been talking to a friend north of the border and he had not heard of the Northern Hub, which finally is getting the treatment and publicity it deserves.
He was unaware of a scheme in Glasgow called Crossrail Glasgow to link the two main stations and make journeys across the city a lot easier.
Reading about it here on Wikipedia, I can’t understand, why it wasn’t implemented before the Commonwealth Games this year.
Crossrail Glasgow and the Northern Hub, are just two of a whole series of projects to improve transport in our major provincial cities, like the Greater Bristol Metro, the extensions to both the Birmingham and Nottingham trams and the reopening of several important commuter railways.
Could it be that the decision on this rail project would have been taken in Edinburgh?
Sense On The Northern Hub
The Northern Hub being developed in Manchester is one of the biggest rail projects North of Watford, but it seems to have been ignored by the media until today. The Times had a very sound article and there was this one on the BBC. Wikipedia has a long article, which is summed up by the first paragraph.
Northern Hub is a series of proposed works across Northern England to stimulate economic growth by increasing train services, reducing journey times and electrifying lines between the major cities of Northern England.[1] It is a partnership between Network Rail, First TransPennine Express, DB Schenker, Freightliner, Department for Transport, Transport for Greater Manchester and Northern Rail.[2] The proposal was first announced in 2009 as the Manchester Hub which entailed a series of upgrades which would cut journey times between cities in Northern England by alleviating the rail bottleneck through Manchester.
I think the area, must be pleased about all the publicity, as it is a very positive story, which must attract jobs and inward investment. It will certainly make some the journeys I’ve done recently a lot easier and much less crowded.