We got to the port and waited hours with no word of what was going on. After roughly 3 hours we were finally on the ferry..where we waited over another hour to leave, and spent 2 more hours actually traveling on it. After that, everyone was tired and angry, and we still had a 2 hour ride to the hotel. We were supposed to get to the hotel at 1030 and arrived at 5am...A horrendous start.
The next day we had to get up at 8. We had breakfast (bread, bread and more bread..) and then headed out..2 more hours to our destination. We went to a town called Chefchaouen and this was actually beautiful.
After this, 2 hours back to the hotel (by the way-there was no wifi at the hotel..so there's that). We had dinner (more bread) and then they threw us a little party on the top floor of the hotel with surprise authentic dancers which was pretty cool.
The next day we woke up at 7 and went to 2 more hours to go ride camels.
So..we spent 6 hours in a tiny port in Tanger, Africa, not knowing if the 8pm ferry would be cancelled. Yes..we skipped an entire city to wait inside a terminal. Thankfully it wasn't cancelled but again, we sat for about an hour and a half more until it finally left.
I immediately understood why the ferry had been delayed. The boat rocked the entire time, so much so the workers were literally throwing vomit bags to everyone and people were getting sick everywhere. My friends and I tried to distract ourselves by playing games but it was really hard. We just tried to breath and focus our attention elsewhere. It was insane. Thankfully it was only about an hour and a half, but it was absolutely brutal.
We got back on the bus for 3 more hours to finally end up at Sevilla. It was about 3am and we tried checking into our hostel and were again asked to wait. We finally got in and fell asleep quickly. Keri, 2 other friends and I did a car back, which took 7 hours plus an additionally half hour taxi ride (from Elche mom, LOL). I got back into Alicante last night at 11pm. Unbelievable.
I'm still debating whether or not 4 days of travel was worth the one day in Morocco. It was incredibly beautiful and so interesting to see the way these people lived. It was the first time I've really ever felt like I'm in a complete other world. It was unlike any other experience (in many ways).
This trip definitely forced me to have patience, and it was a learning experience..buttttt I'm still pretty bitter about the whole ordeal.
Additionally;
One of the buses drove into a fence, another got pulled over by a police officer, I once got into the opposite bus as all 9 of my friends and had to spend about 4 hours without them (still with the big group though, I was never alone), we didn't have time for lunch Sunday so we had sandwiches with French fries in them...(like what?), I had to miss a day of school, and I basically have no souvenirs. I'm sure there were even more struggles I've blocked out of my memory, but it was essentially the worst traveling experience I can imagine.
BUT! I'm safe and sound now and all is fine. It'll definitely be a crazy memory I won't forget. UGH!