So long Lisbon, hello Rabat. Another day of hurry up and wait as we moved on to Morocco. Surprise of the day, we met another Remote group for dinner; turns out a guy I went to high school with is in that group. Totally unbeknownst to me. That makes three separate RY groups with people from the same one mile stretch of Arvada that I grew up in. Crazy odds. Anyway, it was only a one hour flight to Casablanca, then about an hour drive to dinner at this fun place on the beach and then another hour to get us to our places. All told we arrived around midnight and I was still beat despite the easier travel day.