Night bus to Lisboa

It's midnight and I just got on the bus on the second leg of the journey to Lisboa, Portugal. I've never taken a night bus before and it's quite an experience already!

Starting from the beginning, I said my goodbyes to Sandra and Sophie at the bus stop in San Luis de sabinillas ( southern Spain ) and waited for 16:10 bus. No bus came. Lucky there was another woman waiting for the bus so I was thinking I could find a way to Algeciras with her if the bus didn't show. It finally came 20 minutes late and we got to algecerias. I had a bus ticket from algecerias to Lisboa - I assumed this bus station would be were I was dropped off. No one spoke English and they told me to go somewhere else. I figured it out and finally ended up at a port/ other station 10 minutes away. I waited for the lisbon bus there and there were was luckily another person there because that bus was also late by 15 or so minutes so I stayed near him to make sure I got the right bus!  3 of us got on the bus - me and 2 men likely in their 40s or 50s. After a few minutes the bus arrived at the same station I started at!! I'm still unclear why they made me go to the port... Many others got on the bus there and we arrived in Seville at 1030. I was unaware that we had to switch busses there but we all got off and the driver said we would wait there for an hour.. And then he left. 

I went to a tapas bar with one of the men for 30 minutes or so. He is Portuguese and spoke zero English and only a bit of spanish. This made communication quite challenging seeing as I do not speak Portuguese or French!  We had hilarious and completely broken conversations and he pretty much laughed the whole time!  It's unclear if he knew that I understood far less than half of what he was staying but he kept chatting away and I tried talking to him in Spanish! Main points that I got from our conversation: cigarettes are much cheaper in Gibraltar than in Portugal, he stopped attending school at 12 years which his mother was unhappy about, someone got locked out of his house and has no keys, he doesn't need sleep, he is very tired when he drives..etc. Aside from these great conversations, we watched drunken older ladies dancing, taking selfies with motorcycle helmets, and wobbling around in the tapas bar. Seems like they were having quite a good time! One woman told me over and over how much she loves portual and she really loves lisbon! We headed back to the bus station after 30 minutes and the other guy who was waiting there with the suitcases said (in Portuguese) that we had been gone for an hour.  The other guy made fun of him and motioned that he was crazy. We continued having broken conversations and the guy from the tapas bar laughed at the other guy a lot and kept looking at me in a way assuming I knew what he was laughing and talking about. I heard "Perro" at one point and it seemed like he called the other guy a dog. Who knows, but I laughed along with them. 

Now the bus has fully filled up and I have 6 more hours until I arrive in lisbon. Goodnight! Let's hope I get a few hours of sleep :)