Went back to the hotel, quickly took a shower and packed, then met Mustafa (my taxi driver from yesterday). By the time I finished packing and we got off I was already running fifteen minutes late. By the time we battled Cairo's traffic and made it to the travel agent that was making my card I was half an hour late. The card still wasn't there, and they kept telling me to wait five minutes. Finally when I was demanding the money back the guy showed up with it - an hour later than it was promised to me - and half an hour after I was supposed to have checked in. Mustafa drove like crazy - even more so than usual for Cairo, and I got to the airport a little over an hour (instead of two hours) before the flight was scheduled to leave - only to find out the flight had been delayed an hour...

The boarding procedure was certainly a relief after the last few flights - didn't even have to open my bags once. The flight was unexciting and comfortable I even got an emergency row seat. I'm pretty sure this is the first flight I've been on since leaving the middle east over a year ago that alows smoking. The delay meant that I was going to be staying in Casa - I'd been planing on going up to Rabat tonight.

Passed through customs quickly and easily. It was a few minutes past nine and there was a train into Casa scheduled for 9:30 so I bought a ticket and sat down to wait (with a Solero bar and a Coke). On the train I realized that don't think I've been on a train since leaving Morocco eleven months ago - very strange considering it was my prefered mode of transportation for so long. From the central train station (Casa Port) I caught a taxi to the same hotel I stayed in last time I was here. On the drive, then again walking around near the hotel I was reminded how good it feels just to return someplace you're familiar with. Checked in, and went for a walk to get something to eat.