shitty sahara story
We travelled with our so called friend, Majid, to Merzougha. His family has an auberge, camel treks and four wheel drive business. This is the guy who took us to his cousins wedding, gave me a dress for the occassion. It was at his mothers house that we had a wonderful couscous. We left on our camel safari late monday afternoon. Rode for about two hours. Slept under the stars. I had hoped to experience the silence of the desert. No such thing! The generator of the tourist groups kept buzzing till late in the night. Dutch and German tourists had the need to sing stupid songs as loudly as possible through the desert. Screaming and shouting. Very disappointing, especially since I had asked, and paid for, NOT to be near other tourist. To me it felt like being in an Holy place. Obviously I was the only one!
The next morning Pete woke up ill. Severe shits. We were in the middle of no where so onto the camel he went. Two hours later he couldnot go on any longer. He fainted and collapsed.
It was only about eleven o clock. Four mobile phones between the guides but none of them capable of doing anything. Finally a four wheel drive came to take us back. By now Pete was projectile vomiting as well, so straight to a doctor! Injection an lots of tablets and back to the auberge. By the evening I came down with it. I am not the best of nurses, hence I became a teacher! When I am not well just leave me alone and go away. I will go to sleep and wake up when I am well again. In the mean time Majid kept asking for the rest of the money. We were supposed to go out for five days. We went for less than two. When I was ill dispossed he asked Peter, who still was feverish and not well, for the rest of the money. I didnot realise this until I was well again. Okay so out of a hundred people ninety nine are really nice! People tell me that Muslims are not aloud to lie, steal or kill. If they do they are NOT good Muslims! This is wonderful, but HOW can one tell if somebody is a good Muslim this is the question! I suppose there is nothing in the Koran about being a bullshit artist or con artist! Never mind another lesson learned and no harm has come to us. We have both recovered, although I still cannot eat anything without vomiting it all up again. On a positive note, we both lost weight!
The next morning Pete woke up ill. Severe shits. We were in the middle of no where so onto the camel he went. Two hours later he couldnot go on any longer. He fainted and collapsed.
It was only about eleven o clock. Four mobile phones between the guides but none of them capable of doing anything. Finally a four wheel drive came to take us back. By now Pete was projectile vomiting as well, so straight to a doctor! Injection an lots of tablets and back to the auberge. By the evening I came down with it. I am not the best of nurses, hence I became a teacher! When I am not well just leave me alone and go away. I will go to sleep and wake up when I am well again. In the mean time Majid kept asking for the rest of the money. We were supposed to go out for five days. We went for less than two. When I was ill dispossed he asked Peter, who still was feverish and not well, for the rest of the money. I didnot realise this until I was well again. Okay so out of a hundred people ninety nine are really nice! People tell me that Muslims are not aloud to lie, steal or kill. If they do they are NOT good Muslims! This is wonderful, but HOW can one tell if somebody is a good Muslim this is the question! I suppose there is nothing in the Koran about being a bullshit artist or con artist! Never mind another lesson learned and no harm has come to us. We have both recovered, although I still cannot eat anything without vomiting it all up again. On a positive note, we both lost weight!
posted by Ineke van den Hout at
2:17 AM
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Hopelijk ben je weer beter allebei. Ineke je lijkt wel Old Shatterhand. groetjes leonie
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