Jinxed in Morocco

We were finally on our way to the airport and Toma expressed her excitement with "Thank god we are finally getting outta here!" and we had to stop here there and highlight the fact that we still had to get on the plane (we were flying with Ryan Air, need I say more?).

We were on perfect time scheduling to check in, grab a coffee and make our way to the gate. It wasn't until we got to the final part, customs, that Toma's words were about to be retracted. I had entered the country on my EU passport and was now trying to leave on my Australian. We were two people away to being served and I turned to Rhiannon and shared my discovery.... I didn't have my EU passport on me. It was my turn and I walked up to the guy at the desk, he typed a few things in then started flipping through my book... "Where is your entry stamp?" Time to act as though i just realised. "Oh I must have entered on my EU, I'm sorry I have completely forgot!" No hope! He put it plainly....your not leaving until i see your EU passport. With 45minutes until take off and my EU passport in my luggage which was probably already on the plane, I had to run as fast as I could all the way back to the check in desk and this is where the tears came down and I could hardly get a sentence out. The people at the desk were so nice as I ran up screaming "I NEED YOU TO HELP ME I NEED MY LUGGAGE NOW!" They calmed me down and were confused, telling me they didn't understand because I had my passport in my hand. After a few moments someone who could speak clear Englash assisted me and we were working on the clock to get a bag and make it back (both the bag and myself) to the plane before take off.

I was ushered into a small room and began to hysterically cry along the way as I realised that everyone was looking at me as though I had just been caught with drugs or something and had agreed to quietly go with the man without being arrested. With only 20 minutes until take off I finally got my bag and they yelled "yallah yallah, get your passport you must go or you will miss it"

I thanked them and took off as quick as I could, pushed in to every line possible yelling "My plane is about to leave!!" and thank goodness people were so nice yet i didn't really give them much choice as I was not going to the back of any line. I finally got back to the customs man and he made the quick amendment to my departure card before letting me through. Toma and Rhiannon were waiting for me with a sigh of relief on their faces. We managed to board the plane in time and cheers went around as we took off and waved goodbye to Morocco.


The moral of the story: Remember what passport you enter with and keep them together at the airport! Lesson learnt the hard way!