I left on Wednesday to Casablanca, where I had a flight out on the next day. I had a problem once at Casablanca as my LP guidebook had said I could catch a bus into the city from the bus station (out of town 4kms) but I spent 1/2 hour looking for one and couldn't find anything. No-one was particularly helpful either, which was a 1st for me in Morocco, and I could hardly find anyone who spoke any english anyway, or could understand my broken French. So the only choice was a taxi, but I didn't have the money for a taxi. The problem with Morocco and money is that if you take money out of ATMs (as I was doing) you can't change the dirhams into another currency. Which means that I really didn't want to have to get more money out less than a day before I left. Then a nice couple tried to help me. The man had studied in England and was a business man, so thankfully he spoke good English. He said that there were no buses in and that I should take the taxi ride with him and his wife into the city as they were going there anyway. I was so grateful, and when we got into the city, he refused to tell me where to catch a bus the rest of the way, instead giving the cab driver so money and telling him to take me. I tried to decline but he told me that I was his sister and he wanted to do it. I've been called 'sister' by a few Moroccans but none ever made me feel like family before! I got to my hostel feeling full of the generosity of mankind and checked in. I then spent a while repacking my bag for the flight (with all the shopping I'd done I was so afraid about getting caught out with too much weight, and I had nothing to weigh my bags with). By the time I was done, it had gotten quite late and I still had a couple of things I wanted to do. So it was about 8pm when I headed out to my last hammam for a good scrubbing and indugence experience. I then went looking for someone to do some henna for me. I'd left this to the last night so that it would last as long as possible as I wanted my friend in 2 weeks in Paris to see it. But it seemed now like I wasn't going to get it done at all. I hadn't thought about not being able to find anyone because everywhere else I'd been they'd been shoving it in my face. But I walked around for a while and eventually asked some Moroccan women. They seemed shocked that I was walking around by myself and told me that this area wasn't safe for females alone after dark and that it was far too late for henna anyway. I was upset and told them that this was my only opportunity because I was leaving tomorrow and was there not anywhere? They then took me through the narrow winding streets until I was totally lost and brought me to a woman's house who they told me did very good henna. They also told me that they would pay for it because if I paid the woman would grossly overcharge me. The henna die was made up fresh in front of me and then I had my right hand, front and back, and a little up my arm covered in amazing swirls and decorations, flowers and motifs. The women then walked me back to my hostel and gave me their email addresses and made me promise to email them and visit them if I ever came back. So... 2 instances of goodwill, kindness and generosity all in the same day and on my last day too! By then it was very late, almost midnight, but i still hadn't eaten dinner and I was starving so I ventured out again to grab a quick bit from the sandwich stall around the corner. This time I didn't fell very safe out so I brought the food back and ate it in the hostel. Thursday morning I got up eary and went to the Hassan II Grande Mosque. It's the biggest mosque in Morocco, and the 3rd biggest in the Arab world, as well as the only mosque in Morocco that non-Muslims are allowed into. I went on a guided tour (well worth the money) and then had to run back to the hostel, pick up my bags and run to the train station to catch the train to the airport. The train took an hour (and was late) then we had to go through security before we were even allowed into the airport, which took forever as they were squeezing several trainloads through 2 measly metal detectors and xray machines. Then I got to check-in, just in time too. There was no problem with weight thank god. I grabbed a sandwich from the cafe for lunch (astronomically expensive) and joined the queue to board. Phew! Finally on my way back to Ireland. But I don't get there until midday on Friday because when I get into Madrid from Casablanca, I then have to get an overnight bus to Barcelona (not booked, by the way, so a source of stress) and catch my flight to Shannon in the morning from there.