Un avion en provenance du Maroc contraint d'atterrir d'urgence en Algérie

[Bladi Robot]

Un avion de la compagnie Tunisair en provenance du Maroc a dû atterrir d'urgence à l'aéroport international Ahmed Ben Bella d'Oran en Algérie à cause de l'état de santé d'une passagère d'origine marocaine.
L'avion, en provenance de Casablanca à destination de Tunis, a été contraint d'effectuer un atterrissage d'urgence à l'aéroport international Ahmed Ben Bella d'Oran en Algérie en raison d'une passagère de nationalité marocaine qui avait un problème de santé.
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- Maroc / Algérie, Casablanca, Tunisie, Atterrissage d'urgence, Santé

Un avion en provenance du Maroc contraint d'atterrir d'urgence en Algérie

 

[saintjohn]

I spent my honeymoon in Tunis. I was in a very good mood. A New Wife.
The beautiful Tunisia that I have visited before. La Karima's cousin
was the Ambassador of Mohammed VI to Tunisia. ... Hotel Reservations
made in Gold Tulip Carthage and Abou Nawass on Bourguiba Avenue.

Nothing Could Go Wrong. Well Almost Nothing.

This guy threw up on the plane. He probably
ate some bad goat meat ....

I stood up and I got my carry-on bag. I opened it.
Casual like. I took out my Right Guard. Then I started spraying ...

I Tell You Right Guard Is A Savior. Do Not Leave Home Without It.

The thing is every one was looking at me. It is a small plane with a lot of Moroccans in it. They like to look .... It is a national sport.

 

[saintjohn]

Part 1: Pipi.

After a very nice time in the Imperial Marrakesh and Agadir, I took the train
to Casablanca. A Taxi driver took me to my friend's house. We call him Sam.
I told the driver to come back the next day and take me to the airport. Early
flight. Casablanca-Paris. Paris-San Francisco.

The taxi driver picked me up early.He looks at me and says "You didn't go to sleep. Did you?"

My friend gave me a Moroccan gift and I smoked it on the way to the airport.
At the airport the cops were looking at me .... The taxi driver was with me
and he helped me with the luggage. He insisted ....

The plane took off ... And I passed out. The engine made too much noise
and my head could not handle it ....

The hostess a frog came running to me "Monsieur. Tout va bien? ..."
"Not really. I need to go to the bathroom." So she helped me.

I splashed myself with water and then I noticed my pants were wet.
I double check. YUP. I triplle check. Oh Man ...

So I come out and I tell the hostess. And she said.
"We know. We already replaced your seat .... Did you smoke a Moroccan cigarette?"

 

[saintjohn]

Part 2: Pipi.

In Frog Land (paris), I bought swimming shorts, dumped the jeans and freshened up.
Luckily it was summer time. And on to San Francisco ...

I get to SFO and my ex Sophia, The Hippie From Berkeley California, was there to pick me up.
The minute she laid her eyes on me. "Oh Look at you!. You got new swimming shorts. They look nice.
Expensive. Tell me did you SHIT in your pants?"

No Quite. Good God No. I Told Her.