Moving OnAround the World, Day 15: Marrakesh, Morocco to Tremezzo, Italy
After a very difficult Monday night in which Ken was again attacked by TD, we gleefully checked out of our Marrakesh hotel and went outside the entrance to catch a taxi to the airport. After a full-blown argument that almost erupted into a fist fight between two cabbies, we chose a third and made it to the airport in time to join the line for EasyJet bag check. Even though we were not checking any bags, we were in need of a stamp from the airline on our boarding passes before we would be allowed to enter security screening.
When we exited our taxi, I was given Ken's 44-liter backpack and my 32-liter was handed to him. As a result, the EasyJet ticket agent decided she needed to check my backpack because it was too large. A bit of pleading later, she passed us through so we could enter the next line—security screening. There was no guidance regarding what was required, so we followed the typical TSA regimen of removing belts and shoes, pulling out laptops and liquids. It turned out none of that was necessary. All passengers were separated by gender into two lines for screening. Our bags were given a cursory examination while the agent manning the x-ray machine socialized with colleagues. After the metal detector, however, we both were frisked by gender-appropriate agents, as were all passengers. Two lines down, only two to go.
Next line up was passport control, another lengthy procedure involving submitting our embarkation document and passport for examination by government officials. Finally we were released to the departure gates. By the time we reached the gate area, we had 50 minutes to spare before departure, so we popped into a local snack bar to buy a couple bottles of water. As we exited, we noticed that passengers at our gate were being checked in for boarding. When we dutifully passed through the Speedy Boarding line, we followed the leader down a set of stairs to wait in yet another line for the signal to pass through to the tarmac to actually board.
The 3.5 hour flight to Milan was rather uneventful, so we both caught up on a bit of sleep missed last night. Upon arrival, we had three burning priorities: getting cash, obtaining food, and picking up our rental car. The first ATM machine we visited at the airport, owned by a bank that has a reciprocal arrangement with our U.S. bank and charges no fees, accepted our ATM card, asked how many Euros we wanted, and promptly dispensed them with no fuss. Hooray! Life was back to normal, as we have previously experienced it, though we have no illusions that we won't again encounter bankomats that demand a card with a security chip. Money in hand, food was easy, and Hertz had our car ready and waiting. "We upgraded you at no charge," the agent brightly reported. Not only was our Volvo V60 larger than expected, it also came with an onboard navigation system, a definite plus once we figured out how to change the language from Polish to English.
|Our Volvo V60|
|Not meant for large cars|
|Only inches to spare|
Finally we reached our hotel in Tremezzo on the shores of Lake Como, a lake of glacial origin near the Italian Alps. The lake has been a popular retreat since Roman times and is widely regarded as one of the most beautiful lakes in Europe.
|Regular ferry service runs between villages around the lake|
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|Big bus, small lane|