My cousin David is over from the USA and we've been hanging out a lot
lately, going to Valencia last weekend and all over Madrid. As I'm
always working I have left it in his totally capable hands to organise
everything, from trains to hostels and I just turn up at the weekend
and go.

Usually totally efficient, I left him in charge of arranging to go to
Barcelona this weekend, but at the last minute he rings and says he
left the train booking too late, which means we can't go.

So he's asked if we want to go to Morocco instead.

We fly tomorrow at 8pm and get back at 1pm on Monday.

All hail Ryanair!
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