Airports play nasty tricks on you. You bravely decide not to be seduced by airport shopping in Marrakech on the grounds that there might be *better* airport shopping (specifically Shiseido) in Casablanca but then when you land in Casa they whoosh you off to a "holding" terminal with a tiny duty free that sells only whiskey and perfume (and stuffed camels) and tell you to sit there quietly for three hours with about two hundred other people.
Then you discover wireless outside the first class lounge and feel better.
(There was a picture too, but it won't upload - very slow connection, I'm afraid - you will probably struggle on through life without seeing a picture of me in a particularly dull and full airport waiting area.
