I found out later my voice bounced off all the walls , like one giant wake up call for everyone sleeping. Oops.As The Brits informed me. After a delightful breakfast (these doughnut like pastries and Jam) I had my last drink of Moroccan mint tea and freshly squeezed OJ.It was bitter sweet, not the drinks but the aura.
On one note I was looking forward to almost being home, on the other. I did not want to leave Marrakesh. As Alejandro, Kate, Sarah and myself walked our final walk out through the Souks and
Djemaa El
Fna, a few locals waved goodbye. The plan was to split a cab to the airport. I had a better idea. “How cool would it be to take a horse drawn carriage to the airport?”We attempted, but the travel time significantly increased ant the idea of missing another flight was not appealing to me, so Grand Taxi it was. I’m happy to say that we reached our destination without any issues (although I thought Kate was going to puke) and safely boarded the plane.
After we landed Kate and Sarah went to check on alternate flights, back to London so they could hang with Alejandro and myself.
They were unable to stay in Madrid and hang with us that night, so we said our goodbyes right then and there. it was a sad goodbye, I
thought to myself I'm gonna miss those girls...and I do still.
So it was the Canadian-Colombian connection for one night in Madrid. Alejandro was moving back home to Colombia, after being away for 9 years, so it was a going away weekend for him too.
We ended up at this club called AKBAR. They played nothing but
hiphop from 5 years ago and
Reaggeton for some reason. But it had a good vibe. Place was
bumpin. But in true fashion I got a bit to drunk that night. I had to leave early in the morning and next thing I knew it was 5 am. But you
couldn't tell it by looking around in the club. I think they said the club closes at 7am!
Alejandro put me in a cab and gave the driver instructions
where to drop me off.
After I got dropped off I wandered around looking for food. I saw a place that looked nice so I entered it. Place was really busy, I sat down at a table. I noticed that the menu didn't have any food on it. I looked around and wondered why no one else was eating. Then it dawned on me, this is a strip club. Not a
restaurant.
That was all the indication I needed, to tell me my night, was over. when you can't tell the difference from strip club from a
restaurant....call it a night. I said to myself Tomorrow morning...I'm headed home.
