Hi there readers :)
I'm kind of ashamed to tell you guys this, but the people who know me will probably agree with me... I'm addicted to my phone. Whenever I have nothing to do it's clustered to my hand, and even if I do have something to do it is next to me on the table or in my bag on loud. When it rings, I answer.. Unless it's in a really rude situation (I'm not one of those people who answers their phone in the cinema, but I am a girl that looks who called and sends them a text).
Having that in mind, imagine how I have to feel now that my best friend is stolen... Okay best friend is not the right word, but the one object that makes my life so much easier.
In my last post I told you guys that my dad and I were just going to drive up to the airport and see where we could go on vacation. I could tell you that it was a real adventure.. We just walked up to the "Thomas Cook" desk (a Dutch/English travel agency) and told the guy that we wanted to go on vacation the same day. He typed some things in his computer and even though we weren't really expecting that we would even be able to leave the country.. He said "Okay, if you want, your flight to Marrakech leaves in three hours". I was kind of shocked.. Of course I was hoping that we would go on vacation to a sunny destination, but I expected France or Spain, not Morocco... But that wasn't it. It seemed like that day my karma was finally in a good mood, I could go on vacation to a beautiful city to a gorgeous resort and I would be able to finally chill and tan for 6 days. As we were walking to the gate (a little late because we were eating McDonalds hihi) we saw that we had a gate change. Had to run all the way to the other side of Schiphol. I'm not expecting all of you have seen the Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, but it's BIG. It comes in 3rd of all the European airports I believe. Anyway, we made it on time and we were able to board as one of the first people even. So we were sitting on the plane, of course there was way too few space for our legs. You have to imagine that I'm 1.85 meters high and my dad is close to 2 meters. But okay, time to get over ourselves because we were going on vacation. So we thought. Our plane was supposed to leave at 15:25 and at 16:15 some guy started screaming into the intercom. The plane was broken and we weren't allowed to fly with it. Well, they were allowed to fly with it, but not high enough to get over the Atlas mountains in Morocco or even the mountains in Spain. We had to get out of the plane, wait one and a half hours for the next plane to arrive.
It was crappy, it was a lot of waiting with a lot of people who really just wanted to go on holiday, or go home. The flight attendants and the other crew members didn't give us enough information, which made it even worse. We were so happy when we finally arrived in Marrakech, 4 hours later (!!) than we were supposed to.
Marrakech is a really small airport, so there aren't even any "gates". They just attach a ladder to the plane and you have to walk outside into a door, and there you can claim your luggage and go through customs. The airconditioning in the plane was really cold, so I was wearing a sweater and jeans.. But when I came outside all I wanted was to take all my clothes off and roll around naked in the only puddle of water that was on the airport (which was probably oil anyway, but I really didn't care). It was so scorching hot, even around 8 in the evening. A shuttle came to get us from the airport to the hotel, and the guy who represented our travel agency told us that we had come at a bad time. It was going to be the hottest week of the year in Marrakech, every day around 45-50 degrees. If you're like me and you're used to the mild 25 degrees in the Netherlands (and don't mind) that's a lot to take.
When we finally arrived at the hotel we ate something, drank something and then went to sleep because we were so tired.. The first part of the day we didn't even know where we were going, and when we finally knew there was so much trouble and running around and being frustrated that we just couldn't take it anymore.
The first full day that we had was yesterday. It was HOT. We went out for breakfast at 9 and right to the pool afterwards. I can't even describe how hot it was. The tiles were scorching, you couldn't even walk on them without slippers if you didn't want to get blisters on your feet. We spent the entire day under the umbrella because it was just SO hot.
Today was just as hot, but I guess my body kind of got used to it. Went suntanning for a couple of hours, and as long as I took a dip in the pool every half an hour or so, it was okay. At 1 I took a nap, came back at 4 and it was windy as crap.. Started raining and there was some thunder far away, heavy shit as you can imagine. We stayed by the pool anyway because the cool wind was kind of nice and it was really quiet. When we went for our last swim, we came back to my bag being completely trashed. My dad was like "no Emma hurry up, put on your shirt because I wanna go eat" and I just looked at my bag because I saw something was missing. I searched and told my dad that I wanted to find my phone (and cigarettes) first. Of course they weren't there. My dad's phone, my phone and my cigarettes were gone. My dad's cigarettes were right there, as if they didn't like Marlboro but enjoyed my Camel Activate (which was also the last package that I had here, brought from the Netherlands. Crap). Asked everyone but of course no one had seen anything. Tomorrow the manager of the hotel will come talk to us and help us contact the Moroccan police.
Guess I'll have to "detox" from my phone the next couple of days...
I see that this has become a REALLY long post.. So if you have read all of this you get all my respect, and if you send me your adress I will send you a cookie.
Big kiss,
Emma
