This trip was over a year ago so im having trouble remembering all details offhand and I dont have many pictures without me in then but after a couple requests i figured it may help some. Feel free to ask any other questions.
There are other routes or methods of travel I could have taken but to me this is one of the coolest airports and the only flight out of GIB that doesn't go to the UK is to Morocco so thats what I booked. GIB is a small, quaint airport that functions as an airport and no more. There are open air balconies overlooking the only runway and road and facing the rock which was a great way to relax until the flight.
The main road cuts directly across the runway
Every time a plane lands the barriers go down and a street cleaner truck goes over the whole area in case of trash thrown from car windows. The airport isnt so busy but I was there during peak so I got to witness it quite a bunch.
Finally my Royal Air Maroc flight landed and I was off to CAS airport.
The airport terminal itself in CAS is quite small yet it seemed like we were taxiing for a ridiculously long time on both arrival and departure.
RAM business class actually looks pretty decent
Yea right, I wish! The cabin was the standard fake J. This is one of those flights that boggles my mind wondering how it exists. There def is string pulling keeping it going. There were less than 15 people on board and the Moroccan Jew on the flight who said he flies it often said its more full then hes ever seen.
One of my main travel pet peeves which really annoys me is getting on a bus to get transported to/from the aircraft. I'm fine with walking across the airport but absolutely can't stand busing it, even though the business bus was infinitely more humane, so for starters this airport annoyed me.
It was the 3rd flight of the day and my son finally fell asleep after being extremely overtired and cranky. As soon as I boarded the flight headed to RAK though, the steward decided that I had paid for parenting classes along with my ticket. He grabbed him out of my wife's hands and dramatically proceeded to show us how we are really supposed to properly hold him. I was literally begging him to stop as he violently woke my kid up and had him crying but to no avail. He had a remarkable resemblance to borat and sounded like him also. I was convinced that this was all a joke and I was on some hidden camera TV show and I was gonna leave with a new car or home remake-over but alas it was simply an individual who's mind ran on a different frequency then most other humans.
Not a soul was in "business class" but the flight attendants had to make a large demonstration of closing the curtain between Y and J after takeoff. Economy was barely half full. It was a short walk from the plane to the terminal where the head of arrival security was waiting with my name on a card. I was directed into a small entirely empty and random arrivals lounge to fill out the arrival forms and was escorted through the diplomat line. The agents are extremely slow and not so helpful, (I heard they work for Iberia in their free time). I gave them all 3 of our passports and they were taken back like I just did something shocking and illegal. They made me take then back and slowly processed them one by one. I can't imagine that the people in back of the regular line waited under 1-2 hours. They don't give out forms on the plane and there are no signs by arrivals telling you to fill them out and where to get them nor are there any chances of finding or borrowing a pen so people wait on line, get told its not filled out then wait again. There was no no business class lines or any lines for that matter.
I got my baggage, withdrew money from the ATM, separated from my airport escort (after a tip of course) and met up with my driver who was waiting to take me to the Le Meridian.
To (hopefully) be continued...