Sayid
We stumbled into the Autogrill at the truck stop at a quarter past 11 last night and tiredly got some food to eat. Nearby, the trucker who drove us in (we didn’t get his name) was telling his compatriots over sandwiches, cigarettes and beer about our situation. With great gravity, one of them turned to us and pronounced, in English, “There is one truck parked out there going to Morocco. You must find it.”
In the morning, we went around to many trucks but many trucks went by, their drivers shaking their heads at our sign reading ‘Algeciras’. We were getting a little nervous when we came across Sayid, who had just finished breakfast and was putting his portable stove away.
Sayid turned out to be Moroccan, but he wasn’t heading to Morocco. He did offer to set us down on the route to Algeciras, and so at 2 pm today we found ourselves at a popular truck stop near Linares. According to him, this is a good choice – from here, the only routes go south. We are very likely to find someone heading to Algeciras here.
When we got out of Sayid’s truck, we saw a truck from a company which ships to Morocco. Full of hope, we dashed over, but the driver wouldn’t take us, even when we explained we were hitching for charity.
So we had lunch and now, enshallah, we will find our 11th hitch and our final one.