We got up early so we could go to the souks and shop. Mackenzie and I walked with Alyssa, Ashley and Mike. The souk was busy, but nothing compared to what it was last night. Mackenzie and I bought our dresses from a little shop. The guy that sold them to us then wanted to show us a “real” Berber house. We followed at first, but then decided against it because they would probably trap us in a shop and make us buy a rug. We spent the rest of the morning in the souks.
We had to run back to our hotel to grab our bags and get on the bus back to Casablanca. On the way back we stopped at the Moroccan equivalent to Wal-Mart to get lunch. It had a McDonald’s in it, and like typical American tourists, we flocked to it. But their credit card machine was broken, so there was a mad dash to get cash.
Once we were about 45 minutes away from the port, we started having bus karaoke. I had a flash back to all the drunken sing alongs from the bus rides while I was in Europe, except this time we had a microphone. Some songs included I want it that way, Wannabe, Buttercup, Ain’t no mountain high, and some more. We tried to get Jamal and Eddie to sing, but they wouldn’t do it. Jamal got on the microphone (tap tap tap) and said that this was going to be the last time he got on the mic. Alyssa then presented him with the money we had collected from everybody because he was an amazing tour guide. It ended up being about $40-$50.
We got back to the ship about 1630, but I didn’t get to board the ship until about 1800 because the security line was so long because all the trips got back at the same time and they have to go through everyone’s bags. We grabbed some dinner on the ship and feel asleep watching the Emperor’s New Groove.