I didn’t need to curse the Moroccan ceramics. Turned out they already were.

So it turns out there is something worse about bus terminals than the toilets.

The cement floors.

Remember those lovely Moroccan ceramics I bought in Tanger? Well, here’s what happens when you combine some Moroccan ceramics, a bus terminal cement floor, a very uncoordinated person running for the bus and a broken bag strap.

Bugger. I guess they won’t be appearing in my book after all.