Dear people, yet only a short update... we are in an extremely blank desert city called Laayoune. The town seems to be a total military post, so much military that even I restrained myself from taking pictures... After leaving Rabat we had headed to Marakesh - a place you totally DO NOT need to see. After three ours of being chased by tourist scouts and hash dealers, while at the same time being surrounded by angry snake charmers and half naked european senior citiziens we happily escaped the town right away with watering eyes and coughing from the smog poisoning. Against all advise we continued driving in the dark to reach the Atlantic coast which we finally did. It's heaven on earth there, I tell you!
After that we finally started our trip into the desert with the fisrt aim Tan-Tan, a place where we had heard that other travellers would hang out at a camping site to refill water and to exchange information. We never found these travellers anywhere, but instead had our first roughy day.... Firstly Danielas photocamaera got stolen, which was super sad, after that some rather slimy hooker stopped us at a junction to ask if we would want to sell the car, well; we want to, so we ended up spending a lot of time meeting his friends, drinking tea and arguing about the price. Finally we decided not to go for it and restarted our journey, it was still daylight and we were already looking forward for an early camping after all the excitement. Jano said: Wow, we have never camped so early in the last few weeks! I laughed and said: Well; it is still 20 km, a looot can happen yet... And of course, so it did!
Just at the last roadsign of the town a police patrol waved us aside, confiscated our carpapers, driving license and passports (puuuh difficult to write here as a child in this internet place is nearly trying to sit on my lap while i am writing this, if she goes away in a second i know that she can read english). They said that we hadnt stopped at a stop sign and therefore were charged now 700 Dirham (which is about 70Euros)... Deine Mudda! Of course we did not consider the option of paying, which was an easy decision as we didnt have more than three hundred Dirham among the four of us. But we also had a clear other advantage - we have time, absolutely nowhere to go, and food, book; music, sleeping bags, playing cards, something to write and therefore basically everything to just move into that spot for the next coming up weeks. This is especially an advantage if assuming that these slimy motherfu§/.? police gentlemans might want to have a diner at some point or even go to sleep. So thats what we ended up doing - proving the strenghts of patience, which didnt even shake when they offered us 300 Dirham instead or when we saw an old french couple driving away after paying the 700. Finally the charges against us were dropped and we could go, tatatam we won, you old farts!! (puh only now the child is gone who clearly DOES NOT read english).
Our last hope for a highly frequented camping site was as well disappointed - there was only one other car - the french losers! So no hope for advise...
As the dot on the I the owner of the camping site dropped a piece of hot meat in my hand and was overall an intrusive prick who sort of tried to hold me to kiss my cheek. Long years of wriggling-out-of-situations-training once again saved my ass but nevertheless did not lighten my mood. We luckily decided to rent a super cheap room and shared three beds with four people. DOOR SHUT FOR TODAY!
Now: 80 liters of water and potato chips - Westsahara we are coming! (and for the fun we are keeping a record of how often we are being pulled aside to answer dumbass questions and show our passports, so far its already been six times). Aber, mir mache uns keen Stress!
After that we finally started our trip into the desert with the fisrt aim Tan-Tan, a place where we had heard that other travellers would hang out at a camping site to refill water and to exchange information. We never found these travellers anywhere, but instead had our first roughy day.... Firstly Danielas photocamaera got stolen, which was super sad, after that some rather slimy hooker stopped us at a junction to ask if we would want to sell the car, well; we want to, so we ended up spending a lot of time meeting his friends, drinking tea and arguing about the price. Finally we decided not to go for it and restarted our journey, it was still daylight and we were already looking forward for an early camping after all the excitement. Jano said: Wow, we have never camped so early in the last few weeks! I laughed and said: Well; it is still 20 km, a looot can happen yet... And of course, so it did!
Just at the last roadsign of the town a police patrol waved us aside, confiscated our carpapers, driving license and passports (puuuh difficult to write here as a child in this internet place is nearly trying to sit on my lap while i am writing this, if she goes away in a second i know that she can read english). They said that we hadnt stopped at a stop sign and therefore were charged now 700 Dirham (which is about 70Euros)... Deine Mudda! Of course we did not consider the option of paying, which was an easy decision as we didnt have more than three hundred Dirham among the four of us. But we also had a clear other advantage - we have time, absolutely nowhere to go, and food, book; music, sleeping bags, playing cards, something to write and therefore basically everything to just move into that spot for the next coming up weeks. This is especially an advantage if assuming that these slimy motherfu§/.? police gentlemans might want to have a diner at some point or even go to sleep. So thats what we ended up doing - proving the strenghts of patience, which didnt even shake when they offered us 300 Dirham instead or when we saw an old french couple driving away after paying the 700. Finally the charges against us were dropped and we could go, tatatam we won, you old farts!! (puh only now the child is gone who clearly DOES NOT read english).
Our last hope for a highly frequented camping site was as well disappointed - there was only one other car - the french losers! So no hope for advise...
As the dot on the I the owner of the camping site dropped a piece of hot meat in my hand and was overall an intrusive prick who sort of tried to hold me to kiss my cheek. Long years of wriggling-out-of-situations-training once again saved my ass but nevertheless did not lighten my mood. We luckily decided to rent a super cheap room and shared three beds with four people. DOOR SHUT FOR TODAY!
Now: 80 liters of water and potato chips - Westsahara we are coming! (and for the fun we are keeping a record of how often we are being pulled aside to answer dumbass questions and show our passports, so far its already been six times). Aber, mir mache uns keen Stress!
Atlantic - beautiful lonely coast!!!!
Entrance to paradise
Car dealing... Ominoeser Autohaendler, aber immerhin gabs Mittagessen!
During police "arrest" - Mir mache uns kaen Stress! (We do not let ourselves get stressed)
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