Said goodbye to the walkers today and headed off on my own. First stop Casablanca. I got the train up from Marrakech, incredibly easy and just a three hour journey. Strange to see so much flatness having been used to Mountains for the last 11 days, but the coastal plain stretches for miles. Casablanca is, to be honest, a bit of a dump. The elegance of the film has faded somewhat and the centre is full of crumbling villas. Quite evocative wandering around. The city is the home of the world's third largest mosque, the Hassan II. It stands dramatically over the ocean and I have a fine view from my hotel room. Better than from the sea front which is one of the most rundown I have ever seen. The sea was filthy, although that didn't stop loads of young boys leaping off the mosque wall into the rubbish floating in it.