I don't know what to say about this day. Woke up to catch bus at 8am to Marrakech- got on bus- made it 20 ft to gas station- bus stopped- everyone off. Bus was not working.
We proceeded to wait to see if the bus was going to get fixed. Every man was back there trying to help. They said half an hour until 1pm. So 5 hours waiting for a 6 hours bus journey.. I was getting a little frustrated.
Finally the 'mechanic' showed up, but nothing.
The bus driver told us that there would be another bus and that us and our bags would get on that. It stopped in Tiznit..(not again) and then we would have to transfer. OK. No big deal.
He said Trieze Heur. We all heard Trois Heur. At this point it was 1230pm. We had been waiting forever. Treize heur is 1pm on the 24 hour cycle. Trois Heur is 3pm on my watch!
We said OK, we'll come back because at this point we had been waiting next to the bus in case something happened. We went had lunch, a few beers, and played some cards. Thinking we should get back early we went around 230.
Broken down bus was still there.. so we had a cafe and waited. Until the guy next to us told us there were no more buses for the day. WHAT?
Well..turned out if we had hung out for another 20minutes the bus to Tiznit would have arrived and we would have got on. But we thought he said 3 not 13???!!
So our bags made it and we did not... so off to Tiznit we went in a shared taxi with 3 other people. The LONGEST day.
We finally arrived and without the inconvenience of our baggage we were able to walk to find the CTM station... with help from a very nice man giving us a ride.
Our bags were there at the station waiting..and there was a 830pm overnight bus to Marrakech. So we waited...again... and finally rolled into Marrakech at 300am.
Just in time to fall asleep and be woken up for morning prayer at 430am.
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