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Het topic waar lief en leed gedeeld word, waar je kan lachen en kan huilen.
Er zijn een paar belangrijke regels:
- Heb respect voor elkaar, geen gevoelige info quoten
- Zoals gezegd leed is leed, vergelijk het niet met elkaar
Verder is iedereen welkom, maar let op voor je het weet zit je er aan vast
a docter a day keeps the apple away
maandag 8 november 2010 om 22:31
Oh er zit nog een mail van broerlief onder mn ctrl-v... hij is lang maar wel heel leuk. Kijk maar of je hem wil lezen
Komt ie:
Salaam !
So, where did I leave you ?
I think it was in Dakhla, Morocco.
The 4 cycling day's to Nouiadbou were easy, small apple Kijk Appeltje.. hij heeft het over jou!! , small egg as we in good dutch say
Still a strong wind in the back makes us cycle fast !
Crossing the border with Mauritania wasn't fast ...
Pff those guy's were unorganised, lazy ...
There was a long que before the border and it didn't move so Maarten and I decided to have a seat and watch in the restaurant and ate our last omelette in
Morocco.
When we were finished the cars were moving but slow ...
Us, with our bicycles cycled to the front of the que and dealed with the first official, one of many the next two hours ...
Now I am a little daring sometimes so I talked and walked us through, getting in front of lines as everybody seemed to do.
So it only took us two hours, including the 3 km ride through nomansland, trying to avoid landmines in which we succeeded
Speaking of landmines, the day before we camped like 40 km before the border and we saw all day these signs warning for landmines.
But we had to find a place to pitch our tents so we walked carefully to ' the old road ' which was like 10 meters next to the new one; we felt pretty safe those 10 meters and on the old road too, no landmines under a road, right ? ( if you aren't driving in Afganistan, for the matter ... )
We walked down the old road a 100 meters and there the road bent away behind some hills so we were out of sight of the main road.
Always good for camping, the old roads ...
We stayed in Nouidbou for two nights and then left for Nouakchott, another 490 km through endless desert...
At the first checkpont at 106 km from Nouiadbou the police officer asked where we were going to sleep.
I said, well, there should be a sort of a camping 2 km from here but the officer said there wasn't.
So I told him we were cycling another 40 km or so to the next village and he said : okay, but I give them a call to see if you have arrived.
That started me thinking because we weren't going to cycle another 40 km, plan was to do some bush camping not far from here ...
But if the officer wasn't kidding and he did check if we arrived changes were they come looking for us. And with no trees in the Sahara desert were we could hide or some hills it would be impossible to find a place were nobody could see us so after discussing that we decided to ask the officer if we could camp here, at the police post. Checking with his superiour learned that that was okay.
Other nights we camped near some houses, getting some protection from the locals.
Protection from what you migt ask.
Maarten and me asked the same, mostly to ourselves.
Because this road, where not that long ago you must drive in convoy because of bandits or kidnappers or other fellows who weren't nice to you now felt safe.
And is safe as I may say so. Friendly people, giving us water. Lots of water, most day's I rode with 13 liters, good for a day and night.
Last night we even camped in the wild, behind some bushes, a 70 km before Nouakchott were we are now.
Yesterday evening we treated ourselves with some good and a lot of chinese food, think we go back toninght and this morning we had a great buffet breakfast at the most expensive hotel in town. I love to do that and I infected Maarten as
well
Yoghurt, pancakes, scrambled eggs, beans and sausages, fruit, cereals, pastries, toast, fruit, coffee and orang juice ...
Eating for 2 hours is not unusual
And we can do, that is one of the great things of cycling, eat as much as you want and stay thin !
Maarten and me split up tomorrow as I am cycling to Mali andMaaten is going to Senegal.
Speaking of Mali, I gotta run to the embassy to pick up my passport with the visa for Mali !
See ya !
Komt ie:
Salaam !
So, where did I leave you ?
I think it was in Dakhla, Morocco.
The 4 cycling day's to Nouiadbou were easy, small apple Kijk Appeltje.. hij heeft het over jou!! , small egg as we in good dutch say
Still a strong wind in the back makes us cycle fast !
Crossing the border with Mauritania wasn't fast ...
Pff those guy's were unorganised, lazy ...
There was a long que before the border and it didn't move so Maarten and I decided to have a seat and watch in the restaurant and ate our last omelette in
Morocco.
When we were finished the cars were moving but slow ...
Us, with our bicycles cycled to the front of the que and dealed with the first official, one of many the next two hours ...
Now I am a little daring sometimes so I talked and walked us through, getting in front of lines as everybody seemed to do.
So it only took us two hours, including the 3 km ride through nomansland, trying to avoid landmines in which we succeeded
Speaking of landmines, the day before we camped like 40 km before the border and we saw all day these signs warning for landmines.
But we had to find a place to pitch our tents so we walked carefully to ' the old road ' which was like 10 meters next to the new one; we felt pretty safe those 10 meters and on the old road too, no landmines under a road, right ? ( if you aren't driving in Afganistan, for the matter ... )
We walked down the old road a 100 meters and there the road bent away behind some hills so we were out of sight of the main road.
Always good for camping, the old roads ...
We stayed in Nouidbou for two nights and then left for Nouakchott, another 490 km through endless desert...
At the first checkpont at 106 km from Nouiadbou the police officer asked where we were going to sleep.
I said, well, there should be a sort of a camping 2 km from here but the officer said there wasn't.
So I told him we were cycling another 40 km or so to the next village and he said : okay, but I give them a call to see if you have arrived.
That started me thinking because we weren't going to cycle another 40 km, plan was to do some bush camping not far from here ...
But if the officer wasn't kidding and he did check if we arrived changes were they come looking for us. And with no trees in the Sahara desert were we could hide or some hills it would be impossible to find a place were nobody could see us so after discussing that we decided to ask the officer if we could camp here, at the police post. Checking with his superiour learned that that was okay.
Other nights we camped near some houses, getting some protection from the locals.
Protection from what you migt ask.
Maarten and me asked the same, mostly to ourselves.
Because this road, where not that long ago you must drive in convoy because of bandits or kidnappers or other fellows who weren't nice to you now felt safe.
And is safe as I may say so. Friendly people, giving us water. Lots of water, most day's I rode with 13 liters, good for a day and night.
Last night we even camped in the wild, behind some bushes, a 70 km before Nouakchott were we are now.
Yesterday evening we treated ourselves with some good and a lot of chinese food, think we go back toninght and this morning we had a great buffet breakfast at the most expensive hotel in town. I love to do that and I infected Maarten as
well
Yoghurt, pancakes, scrambled eggs, beans and sausages, fruit, cereals, pastries, toast, fruit, coffee and orang juice ...
Eating for 2 hours is not unusual
And we can do, that is one of the great things of cycling, eat as much as you want and stay thin !
Maarten and me split up tomorrow as I am cycling to Mali andMaaten is going to Senegal.
Speaking of Mali, I gotta run to the embassy to pick up my passport with the visa for Mali !
See ya !
maandag 8 november 2010 om 23:53
dinsdag 9 november 2010 om 00:19
Kan hier in mijn eentje de O&N gaan proberen te halen... maar neuh. Een pag. lijkt me wel genoeg.
Had een drukke maar lekkere dag. Gesport na het werk. Jongste kwam eten en we hebben gesingstard tot ik er echt geen geluid meer uit kon uitkrijgen. Krijg steeds meer bewondering voor sommige zangers. En rappen lijkt makkelijk, maar pffff.
Had een drukke maar lekkere dag. Gesport na het werk. Jongste kwam eten en we hebben gesingstard tot ik er echt geen geluid meer uit kon uitkrijgen. Krijg steeds meer bewondering voor sommige zangers. En rappen lijkt makkelijk, maar pffff.