Back Marrakesh Wednesday 1st December, Marrakech airport
is 23h battery, and I'm sitting on uncomfortable seats at the airport of Marrakech. My flight to Lyon should have been off for several hours already, but here: the deteriorating weather * caused a series of delays and incidents, which led to this conclusion very simple: I currently m'use ass on that seat shit.
* Say quickly, repeatedly and loudly, in fact, we laugh a little: "the deterioration of weather conditions." Ah, you see, this is not so simple to be weatherman without seeming ridiculous.
Besides
s, even if it is not in itself a consolation, I'm not the only one: Hugh Furnace grater also its bottom pants on the benches of the airport, imitated by Jaybee Poker Club, as well as a hundred others. Earlier, the airport management offered to all passengers on that flight a voucher worth a few euros, ale story is the privilege of biting into a piece of bread topped with cheese, and drink a coffee. The good news, because it must be that there is still one, that we will not spend the night here. Our flight was finally announced, it will take off at 0:30 local time, that is to say at half past one in the morning, French time. With about three hours of flight and jet lag, this should give us land around four and a half hours at the airport Lyon Saint Exupery, which is always better than to nab scarlet fever, seems like Lampion Seraphin.
In general, I will keep those few days in Marrakech a mixed impression.
The big test of the week was this interview with Liz Lieu, and I think I am honorably released, for my first interview in English. The result (in French) published in the December issue of That's poker, and even if the final result does not turn me on more than that, I think I've produced a text honest, coming out a bit of interviews that we has the habit of reading about players in general, even if it is a little too focused on the biographical side of the beautiful. In my defense, it was a first - I've never had to make the text too long - and the deadlines were rather tight.
side tournament for the second edition in African soil, the World Poker Tour has almost completed a performance-cons. Indeed, if the 2009 vintage was a vintage year, bringing together 416 players and a prize pool of over 1, 5 million, the 2010 vintage will be offered a rather vintage, precious but through desire: the players were clearly in no hurry to door to win a WPT bracelet, however we were treated to a selection of the best French sharks. To be honest, I have rarely seen so many tables as hard together in the same poker room. I will take a table Specifically, in the Day 1B: she met Bruno Launais, Bertrand 'ElkY' Grospellier, Thomas Bichon, Franck Khalfon, Davidi Kitai, Karine Nogeira Mesbah Guerfi and Malik Nouri. And in the middle, like Roy Scheider lost in a school of sharks, an anonymous player, a 'random ' journalists like us have the habit of calling them, say as a man condemned to death in this case. He had about as much chance of getting out of a one-legged world record high jump, and he actually did not last long.
Two days later, the final table was known: two Germans, a Scandinavian, an Austrian French and five in forming the composition.
And guess what? With a field composed of 80% French, German is a player who won the title. How ironic is it that is not damn bring back a bracelet when it monopolizes the tournament this way. But hey, what a pleasure it is to see friends realize what we felt happen for a while. I am talking about William 'Johny001' de la Gorce, who reached his first final table after more than three years of pro circuit, Julien 'Nori' Labussiere, who plays under the colors Partouche for over a year now, and Guillaume 'Guilloms32' Cescut, I had the pleasure of knowing better at the end of Barriere d'Enghien Poker Tour, there are just two weeks.
Finally, Homann Sebastian won a deserved victory - even though I stopped believing in the virtues of merit in poker for a long time, if anyone deserved a bracelet had won one, it is not - then a rather unpleasant taste in my mouth is: if a field mostly French, a WPT bracelet tricolor so guarded, I can not help but wonder "When is the next?".
Regarding the meetings I had pleasure to review Ahmed 'MrKast' Debabeche. What surprised me most is that he remembers our first meeting this summer in Las Vegas, as we pressures in the queue of the evening organized by PokerStars the Rain, Night Club at The Palms in Las Vegas, and I found a soul teenager the idea of attending a private concert by Snoop Dog .
I also had the pleasure of seeing Chris, you probably know by the nickname Xewod, whose blog that poker has taken up so much steam that he managed to send some of its players playing poker at Marrakesh .
The other meeting was manifold: I had the pleasure - and sometimes surprise even the confusion - to put nicknames on the faces, of course I mean those of the ghotta ClubPoker : SuperCaddy (indeed, thank you SuperCaddy), Comanche, Piercy, Artplay, Nassim, not to mention of course the ones I already knew, as Kinshu, FPC, Webmaster, Gab-x, Clovis, Stephane Tapis_Volant and Jaybee. If unfortunately I missed anyone, I promise to MYSELF flog, here.
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Marrakech Airport, Thursday, December 2, 11h du mat '
No, I did not spend the night on my seat in my tanning leather.
And yes, I spent an extra night in Marrakesh.
But back a bit on what happened last night when I left you, at 23h:
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23:30: A hostess announced in a tone-insured that the flight No. 4496 to Lyon-Saint Exupery is postponed until tomorrow, 1:35 p.m.;
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11:32 p.m.: A man in the depths of despair, sprays himself with harissa and ignite suddenly subject to spontaneous combustion;
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23:45: Another, stuffed begins to severely break the testicles what appears to be one of his friends. Jaybee and I are moving away from potential disaster cautiously;
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Midnight: A hostess gets our boarding passes, and we meet a form of landing: we must leave the international transit area to join a hotel, and thus enter back to Morocco. Strange, I feel never having left. That must be it, the effect Marrakech
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0:30: All passengers have retaken control of passports, and we are waiting for our luggage. Jaybee and I pricked a mini laughter before a bragueur extreme (read: "hotshot"), which is trying every means to convince his audience that he is the best in everything, it all inclusive world around them, and generally implies that the others are that dark shit. Our laughter makes us quickly identify intermittent, and at least has the merit of our calm bragueur mad
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1:15: We are grouped into buses on the airport car park. Amusing detail that will not fail to note Jaybee: buses are stamped MTT Employees expect to know clearly what (s) hotel (s) to direct us;
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1:55: In true French spirit, a transient no longer supports that airport employees dare to discuss among themselves what is more with a smile, while we're still waiting on the bus at the stop, making the mouth. Neither one nor two, it goes down screaming outrage, and back two minutes later, satisfied with the accomplishment;
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2:25: We are deposited at the Royal Mirage Hotel. Funny coincidence: the price of one night in this hotel is the price of my return ticket Lyon-Marrakech. It should really be more room nowhere
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3:00: The ultimate bad beat of the day: the bar is closed, no way to get mine , I collapse on my bed.
The next morning, after breakfast more than welcome, we enfournons in the same bus as the night before and arrive at the airport. The rest is going quite well: we pass various checkpoints without incident, and the aircraft eventually take off, with about an hour late.
Two hours later we land in Lyon under the snow, rising abruptly from 23 ° to -3 °, but happy to finally arrive at your destination.
The coming days should be interesting. I decided, by mutual agreement with myself to take a morning off tomorrow, before I tackle the various debriefing interviews conducted in Marrakech, which should take me a few days of work. We also need to finalize the creation of RiverTells with Hughes including depositing the articles of incorporation, which should be done Monday. Other projects are also being cogitation, and will likely be a future post.
Until then, I think my party will be focused around two primary goals: to warm up my feet in the fireplace, while a spell with the bottle of Chateau Les Tours Peybonhomme 2007 that taunts me from the bar with impunity.