Out Of Africa: Momentarily Marooned In Morocco Before Moving Mediterranean

It is a shameful fact that I briefly lost my cool on Saturday.  The words that follow are an attempt to hopefully explain if not excuse, to some extent, the loss of that cool.   A lingering cold and a train ride beset with some absurd woman who apparently had something very important to say, as indicated by her hand gestures, to every person in Morocco were my companions all the way from Fes to Tangier.