Welcome home! I hope the trip was good in all senses of the word.
Not a bad entrance to a loo!
Looks like some fairly high-powered food has been consumed over the years. I think that's perhaps an electrical connection dangling at the end of its cable? In Mallorca, the loos in bars seem to suffer from a very short automatic timer system: I've lost count of the number of times I've had to finish off in the dark. Guess it's the source of the ditty: no matter how you shake your peg, the last drop always gets your leg. Having said which, the things (lights) are at least usually connected, which must say something about the Spanish economy v. the Moroccan!
I remember on a motorway in France stopping at one of those 'aire' places (without fuel and shops) for a rest, and using the loo. No seats over which to hover (you need good legs to perform the hover trick or, like myself, be very light), but two footprints on which to stand - a bit as in parts of India. Also, there appeared to be no flushing device, but the moment I opened the door to escape, a flood of water shot out towards my feet. You have to know the house rules to use these places.
Rob