Couldn't sleep last night - a combination of nerves, a loud Tom cat, loneliness, and a queasy stomach. Spent the morning dumping my journal to the internet and answering email, and buying my train ticket (also managed to squeeze in several more glasses of OJ - Final OJ count for Marrakesh: 37). The train ride was through some particularly bland countryside but at least was only three and a half hours (though it seemed much longer). Battled through the taxis / guides / misc. touts to a hotel right next to the train station (and thus easy access to the airport) but they wanted 80 dh for a room. This seemed a bit pricey to me though a little later I realized this was only US$8, and in fact was what I was paying in Marrakesh. Caught a taxi (off the street so he was willing to use the meter) to a downtown hotel. Spent a quiet evening reading (some on Senegal, some for fun).