Tired in Casablanca

If I were a braver and less confused soul, I would probably be wandering around in the city. Unfortunately, I am even downright confused about which terminal I am in and the ground staff isn't being terribly helpful. I decided to shell out some big bucks for internet that I found here hidden in some remote corner of this mystery terminal. And after my time is up I am going to try the transfer counter again because I am just tired and confused and want to sit relatively near where I will be boarding for the next 14 or so hours.