Day 66, 8 September 2012, Marrakech, Morocco. If the Beatles sung about it, you know it must be good. We had a lovely flight to Marrakech in quite possibly the tiniest plane Iberian Airways owns - long, but skinny. The benefit of business class was not having our knees jammed up against the seat in front - but as it was 2+2 across the body of the plane, from the pointy end to the tail, elbow room was at a premium. Never mind! Cava to the rescue and a fabulou...