Today, Harrison and I started our holiday heading for Agadir in Morocco. It’s our first overseas holiday together on a plane as normally I have to pack so much stuff that meant we needed to stick with going somewhere by car. But now Harrison is 6 we can fit everything into a case.
We headed to the airport with plenty of time in hand and lorded it up by using the valet parking at the airport (only because it was cheaper than self parking somehow, maybe I should have checked the guys ID before I gave him my keys).
We checked in and it was incredibly efficient, last time I flew from Birmingham it was carnage. Security was less fun as always, whilst queuing the girl in front of us tried smuggling her drink bottle through but dropped it and it smashed everywhere. We then played the game of guessing whether you had to keep your shoes on, belt off, iPads in or out of the bag, I swear they change the rules every day.
Into the lounge we grabbed a bite to eat which resulted in me taking out a new mortgage in exchange for a small piece of chicken and a syrup based drink.
The gate opened shortly afterwards and the traditional queue formed and then some family decided to just walk to the front and claim they didn’t realise there was a queue. When someone moaned at them, they walked off,turned around and tried pushing in again. As we had assigned seats we just chilled for a bit but half expected the entitled family to be sat in the cockpit when we boarded claiming they didn’t know that was the pilots seat.
At takeoff, Harrison was very excited and was amazed how small cars were as we rose through the clouds. He was concerned that we’d be struck by space lightning though so I tried to explain that wasn’t a thing but I’m not sure he believed me.
At one point in the flight when returning from the bathroom an alarm went off and all the flight staff went into hyper mode and dashed around. At first I though my bathroom antics had set off some stink sensors but no one said anything.
The rest of the flight was uneventful, but as we touched down I noticed a bunch of fire trucks waiting for us which chased us down the runway. No one seemed concerned so maybe that’s standard Morocco protocol. However when the doors opened a bunch of paramedics charged on board and into the cockpit so it seems there may have been an emergency after all.
In true Connop efficiency style we were one of the first off the plane and first to get our luggage and headed out to get our transfer. Unfortunately it was a huge coach and we had to wait for everyone else so we may as well have been last out.
Our hotel was 2nd drop and I desperately hoped it wasn’t an Inbetweeners special. It looked ok, but the clerk refused to check us in until we’d eaten and sent us off to the restaurant.
It was buffet style and there was a massive array of unrecognisable shit that I wouldn’t give to a dog but outside they were catering for the English by serving the traditional Moroccan dish of burger and chips. Harrison dropped his on the floor 4 seconds after I gave it to him but the staff were really nice and although he felt sad it was all put right very quickly.
After dinner we were allowed to check in and a bell boy took our bags to the room although it seemed he’d never seen the hotel before as I had to show him the way by cunningly reading the signs.
A quick unpack after setting up the essential charging station and connecting to the WiFi and it was time to get some kip. Before that though we had to play the classic hotel game of finding which combination of the 12 light switches turned out the 9 different lights.
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