Back in Marrakesh we had actually planned to do some sightseeing - but i got sick again and Daniela had to visit the Madrasa all alone

Also our planned fine sylvester dinner didn't work out, i was happy when i was just able to swallow a small piece of white bread without throwing up.

On the first day of the new year in the early morning we entered the train back to Casablanca, our bikes had already taken the late evening freight train the day before. Wrapping the bicycles at the airport was fun again, this time we had some pretty crappy cardboard from a motorcycle-shop in Marrakesh and in the end the wrapping was maintained more by tape than cardboard.

Back at Istanbul International Ataturk Airport we tried to find our lost bag. They of course did not find it in their computer-system(A yellow Ortlieb bicycle bag looks just like any ordinary trolley, right?) so we pressured them if we could search through their baggage storage on our own. After some discussion they gave in and 10 minutes later we really found the bag! Everybody including the airport workers where pretty joyful and laughing, i guess that doesn't happen too often.

Weather in Istanbul was still cold and ugly so we just absolved the usual touristy obligations(Visiting the Hagia Sophia) before we boarded our plane back to Austria.

In the end it turned out to be a pretty crazy holiday where almost everything had gone wrong - everytime after visiting Morocco(3 times so far) i'm happy to leave, but in the end i still go back to this rich country out of fascination and interest.