The 3aneeda Holiday - Homeless

The longest part of the vacation was spent in Rabat. By far my favourite Moroccan city. The people are amazingly nice and helpful. Such as the example I had given before.

Of course, wherever 3aneeda goes, it is usually followed by adventure. On night, when my friends and myself, totalling five girls, were getting ready to go out to the opening of a new restaurant. Of course, with five girls in one apartment with at least three hairdryers switched on at the same time, countless kilos of makeup scattered on the dining room table and some sharing of wardrobes, we were about a decade late for the opening. In our rush to leave the apartment, some random comments regarding locking the door were flying through the air without much attention.

Five hours later, my host, our algerian friend and I were having a rather heated discussion in the basement parking lot regarding who told who to take the apartment keys. Conclusion: the keys were inside the apartment and we were locked out therefore homeless.

To stress on the hospitality of the people of Rabat, two of my Moroccan friends childhood buddies were fighting to host us. Eventually the female buddy's house was selected for obvious reasons. Attached is a picture of the remains of the breakfast that was served to us by the most hospitable girl I have ever met in my life.