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maandag 25 oktober 2010 om 20:49
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Wegens enome inspiratieloosheid deze keer geen gevatte tekst en geen tranentrekkende OP!
Maar wel......... een afschuwelijk glitterplaatje
Nog even een paar regels:
* S.v.p. niet quoten van gevoelige, persoonlijke informatie.
* Toon respect naar elkaar in elke situatie.
* Verdriet wordt niet vergeleken, leed is leed.
En verder voor iedereen die verder durft te scrollen na het glitterplaatje: je bent welkom om mee te komen schrijven!
Wegens enome inspiratieloosheid deze keer geen gevatte tekst en geen tranentrekkende OP!
Maar wel......... een afschuwelijk glitterplaatje
Nog even een paar regels:
* S.v.p. niet quoten van gevoelige, persoonlijke informatie.
* Toon respect naar elkaar in elke situatie.
* Verdriet wordt niet vergeleken, leed is leed.
En verder voor iedereen die verder durft te scrollen na het glitterplaatje: je bent welkom om mee te komen schrijven!
dinsdag 26 oktober 2010 om 21:06
Salaam !
Last ten days 10 cycled 1134 km; now I aml enjoying a wel deserved resting day in Laayoune which is pretty a big town but not pretty.
The hotel is though, a little expensive but with a shower and a nice room.
Which I share with Maarten
I met Maarten on the road just outside of Tan Tan.
It had to be that way because it was a little rainy and I stopped twice to wait.
Then I decided to cycle in rain, wore my rainjacket and left town.
Just outside town it was dry again ( remember I am entering the Sahara so the rain was quite unexpected ... ) so I stopped to get out of my raincoat.
And Maarten rode along.
So we decided we ride together which is pretty good.
Love to talk dutch again
First night we had a great campsite at the ocean seeing a good sunset.
Now we are in Laayoune, firts I was a little worried that I had not so much to tell but I had to dry my tent.
Maarten did it on the roof but that was 6 stories high so I told him I do it outside on the pavement.
Shouldn't have done that ...
I was unpacking my tent and a couple of schoolgirls asked me what I was doing.
I told them I was going to camp here
No, no they said , that is not possible.
I said, well ofcourse; I do that all the time !
Now this was a very busy street so it was a little strange I would want to camp here in the first place ...
2 minutes later my tent stood, drying in the sun.
A car showed up and I told the two gentlemen the same story / joke.
Then the man said may I see your passport; I am a police officer.
I said what for officer. I am only drying my tent !
And I told him about camping here was a joke.
But hell broke loose ( no humor that man ) and he was making one phonecall after the other.
In the meantime my tent was dry and packed again so I asked my copy passport back; I wanted to leave.
No way ...
He told me again he was police ( ofcourse a very important man puke puke ) and I had to wait/
Now it was really hot in the sun and I was thirsty so I asked if I could wait at the teahouse while he was doing his quite important research.
First time I asked it was not okay but after complaining I was thirsty I was allowed to sit in the cafe, with his bodyguard next to me.
Asking where I came from; where I was going to, what my profession was ...
I told them everything and I mentioned Maarten.
Then the officer said he wanted to see Maarten's passport as weel, as well as my original passport.
I walked to my room; told Maarten I was arrested which wasn't so, I asked it the policeman's bodyguard but he said I was not arrested. I said him; well, I am not free am I but he said I was.
Afin, Maarten and me showed them our passports and everything was fine after all ...
Thank God for those guy's otherwise this mail was so short ...
Because what can I say about riding here ?
It is endless hamada, stony desert.
Every now and then a little shop or some houses ( maybe two times a day) and then nothing again.
But it is good we are doing it; Mauritanie is getting closer and closer.
The sun is shining and the wind is in our back
So now we will cycle in 5 day's to Dakhla ( 575 km ) which will be a piece of cake.
Spoken of cake; I am hungry again and outta here, getting me some !
Greetings !
Last ten days 10 cycled 1134 km; now I aml enjoying a wel deserved resting day in Laayoune which is pretty a big town but not pretty.
The hotel is though, a little expensive but with a shower and a nice room.
Which I share with Maarten
I met Maarten on the road just outside of Tan Tan.
It had to be that way because it was a little rainy and I stopped twice to wait.
Then I decided to cycle in rain, wore my rainjacket and left town.
Just outside town it was dry again ( remember I am entering the Sahara so the rain was quite unexpected ... ) so I stopped to get out of my raincoat.
And Maarten rode along.
So we decided we ride together which is pretty good.
Love to talk dutch again
First night we had a great campsite at the ocean seeing a good sunset.
Now we are in Laayoune, firts I was a little worried that I had not so much to tell but I had to dry my tent.
Maarten did it on the roof but that was 6 stories high so I told him I do it outside on the pavement.
Shouldn't have done that ...
I was unpacking my tent and a couple of schoolgirls asked me what I was doing.
I told them I was going to camp here
No, no they said , that is not possible.
I said, well ofcourse; I do that all the time !
Now this was a very busy street so it was a little strange I would want to camp here in the first place ...
2 minutes later my tent stood, drying in the sun.
A car showed up and I told the two gentlemen the same story / joke.
Then the man said may I see your passport; I am a police officer.
I said what for officer. I am only drying my tent !
And I told him about camping here was a joke.
But hell broke loose ( no humor that man ) and he was making one phonecall after the other.
In the meantime my tent was dry and packed again so I asked my copy passport back; I wanted to leave.
No way ...
He told me again he was police ( ofcourse a very important man puke puke ) and I had to wait/
Now it was really hot in the sun and I was thirsty so I asked if I could wait at the teahouse while he was doing his quite important research.
First time I asked it was not okay but after complaining I was thirsty I was allowed to sit in the cafe, with his bodyguard next to me.
Asking where I came from; where I was going to, what my profession was ...
I told them everything and I mentioned Maarten.
Then the officer said he wanted to see Maarten's passport as weel, as well as my original passport.
I walked to my room; told Maarten I was arrested which wasn't so, I asked it the policeman's bodyguard but he said I was not arrested. I said him; well, I am not free am I but he said I was.
Afin, Maarten and me showed them our passports and everything was fine after all ...
Thank God for those guy's otherwise this mail was so short ...
Because what can I say about riding here ?
It is endless hamada, stony desert.
Every now and then a little shop or some houses ( maybe two times a day) and then nothing again.
But it is good we are doing it; Mauritanie is getting closer and closer.
The sun is shining and the wind is in our back
So now we will cycle in 5 day's to Dakhla ( 575 km ) which will be a piece of cake.
Spoken of cake; I am hungry again and outta here, getting me some !
Greetings !
anoniem_64c8d7a3e6e27 wijzigde dit bericht op 26-10-2010 21:16
Reden: Even wat leesbaarder gemaakt :-)
Reden: Even wat leesbaarder gemaakt :-)
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dinsdag 26 oktober 2010 om 21:07
