Spain 3

...So the last ferry was supposed to leave at 9:30. We had originally planned on getting on that ferry. We figured it would be perfect since we got to Morroco at 4:10 pm. Well once we realized how much we absolutely didn´t want to be there, we went back to the port to attempt to get on an earlier ferry. Well, nobody in Morroco speaks English or Spanish, and we of course do not speak Arabic, so we were afraid that we would be too confused to communicate what we wanted. We saw a man with the jacket of our ferry company´s name on it. We flagged him over and he was so helpful and got us some yellow immigration cards (for free) and we filled them out. He was acting like we should really hurry, so we filled out the cards lickety split and got our passport stamped (for the third time, once on the ferry on the way, once at the port when we got there, and then now). So here we are, running like so fast, down this long long dock trying to get on this boat. Only the boat doesn´t have the name of the original company on it. It says something totally different. The man taking tickets has a handful of ripped tickets that look nothing like ours. We basically got on the boat, and shoved our tickets in his face and kept walking. We felt so lucky to be on that boat. This was around 7pm. I´m a little confused, because Morroco was behind Spain by one hour, so forgive my confusion about the times. So we get on the boat, and there is not one available seat. Every single seat on the boat is occupied by a Morrocan person, picking their nose and not having showered for 8 months. That´s how it smelled anyways. Alason and I sat outside for a while, knowing it would get much too cold. We decided to get a cabin. It was 50 Euros, or $62, but we only had like $27. The woman took it. This cabin had 4 tiny bunkbeds with filthy sheets and filthy pillowcases. And a filthy wool blanket.
To be continued...