Spring is beautiful! Enjoy the pictures!
Spring is beautiful! Enjoy the pictures!
Pictures mostly around Taza – incredibly nice enduro trekking possible there!
Qued Ifniss – Casablanca
Km today: 360
I start the morning with an amazing breakfast and making some music in the café of my hotel next to the road. My host gives me applause after every song so we really have fun until I finally leave around lunchtime. I have been riding the road to come in the last days – time to have some fun, I turn on rage and the machine and hit the road (and I hit it hard). About an hour of deep down curves later I approach Marrakesh. I make a few detours but don’t really feel sympathy for the city – I go on to Casablanca as I planned.
Soon after leaving Marrakesh the sky becomes dark and a little before Casablanca it start to rain for the first time for a long time. Still I can’t really enjoy it knowing that my rain tires are waiting in the box which is todays destination. A few kilometers before I arrive in Casa I get stuck in a traffic jam and recognize the clutch cylinder finally gave up. Seems like the curve festival was too much after more than 60000km. Fair deal I got a spare one with me and the mechanic is only 20 kilometers away. And I make it, through rain and evening traffic in a huge town on slicks and nearly without clutch – Mashallah!
I am done when I stop the bike in front of a café next to the mechanic. Its evening and the mechanic is closed so I get a café and ask the people who sit around me for a hotel. A very sweet old guy asks me a few question about what I am searching for and runs away. Just when I finished my café he comes back and leads me the way to a hotel around the corner. 20 minutes later I have a very hot shower and relax after an exhausting day.
Next day is still rainy, I go to the mechanic early morning and then come back to get breakfast. After the breakfast I take a long walk in a very charming town to be back at the mechanic just after lunchtime. I got a new rear tire, oil and oil filter changed, clutch cylinder changed, air filter cleaned and the mirror fixed for a little less than 200 Euro! Yeah!
Guelmim – Sidi Ifni – Taroudant – Qued Ifniss
3 days: 60km-230km-157km
Early in the morning Mike wakes me up one last time so we can have coffee together and say good bye. I have a lonely breakfast a few hours later and leave about lunchtime. The road to Sidi Ifni offers quite amazing curves compared to the straight roads until horizon of the sahara. On the way I take a coffee to arrive at Sidi Ifni early afternoon. The currents in the sea are amazing to watch from above for five or ten minutes… I decide to leave next morning heading towards Atlas mountains. I am not really in a riding mood that next day and tha road becomes boring and straight again too. In the evening of the second day I stop 60km before the beginning of the mountain road in Taroudant. A pretty and laid back desert town. Anyway I leave again next early morning, the road map on the gps temoting too much to taste this roads up there. The first break this third morning I make in a small village a few kilometers next to “my” road exactly where the mountains start. On the way back to the road I recognize a huge rock far in front of me at the road. It hasn’t been there 20 minutes ago and its still moving? No rock its one of the turtles living here crossing the street. I take some pictures and take racing position on the bike then. The curves to come are WUUUUHUUUUUUU!
In the evening I stop at an amazing place at a river in the mountains – birds are singing and the river does a nice sound too, trees are flowering and bees are humming, spring is here and the roads around are incredibly amazing… I decide to stay one or maybe two days.
Enjoy the pictures!
Mauritania – Western Sahara – Morocco
Km (miles) today (feb. 23.): 540 (335)
24.: 560 (350)
25.: 645 (401)
Next day (21.) in the evening I recognized I got two Emails from Mike whom I met in Kartong on his Yamaha Tenere. I wanted to meet him in Rao but he didn’t show up. He is in Nouakchott too and wants to head north early next morning. I got everything ready, just would like to change some money in the morning so we decide to go together. I pack all and when I check the bike I find out the oil level is low. Internet is turned off already so I am not able to inform Mike about me having to see a mechanic before taking the ride through the Sahara.
So I get up early next day, Nico shows me the mechanics place and then I go to inform Mike at Auberge Sahara about what had happened. Mike decides to wait for me and takes the chance to change his chain. I am pretty sure a seal in my oil system is a little broken, I already had this problem but the oil level is now ok again and the mechanic says its probably just petrol. He rips me off for this information which I know is bullshit but the oil level is ok now and its incredibly hot! Mike and I decide to spend the evening at Nicos place and hit the road a little past 3am heading to the border which is around 450km away.
Its incredibly cold on the bike and I am freezing all the time even though I am well dressed. We arrive at the only petrol station (with not only diesel) exactly in the middle between Noakchott and the border a little past 6 in the morning. Everybody is still sleeping so Mike gets out his petrol cooker to make some fire to get a little warmer. The petrol station opens at seven so we fill up and are on the road again when the sun is rising.
Arriving at the border at little past 10 in the morning I am a little worried about the Mauretanien stamp in my passport having not paid for a visa. Mike was sent back when he tried to enter Mauretania in Diama without visa but he didn’t have my magic police letter… (they sent him back to Dakar). At the first stop Mike has to do fingerprints and interview about where when and why, I can pass with none of this. And so it goes on at the Mauretanian side for me no problem, no question and for Mike the usual routine. So my advice when u try this – Get that police letter for residential visa when u are in Nouakchott and show it on the way back when entering! Saves obviously money and time! The letter itself only costs a little time.
After crossing the 5km No Mans Land between the borders the good luck turns around. First stop in Morocco no problem but at the second one they don’t want to stamp my passport. They look at all the visas in there again and again and start discussing. Half an hour waiting later they finally give me my entry stamp and I can move on to the customs. The border here has changed since I was here last time I recognize. Much more officials: military, customs, police….
I fill out a form for the bike get it stamped then go to another officer who searches my boxes very rude and impolite, drops my insulin on the floor and leaves me in a complete mess. At least I get the stamp so back to the office to get another signature on the form. Finished, I think when I have it and recognize a customs dog at the vehicles that leave morocco – that’s new too. The way out of customs area is blocked and a minute later I see Mike waiting in front of a big hall – all vehicles coming to Morocco and all trucks going out get x-rayed – at the moment the x-ray is blocked by outgoing trucks.
Its around 2 pm now and we are on the road for 11 hours, still not in Morocco and still 80km to go to a place where we can finally sleep waiting for an X-ray of the motorbikes. When I was asked if I have something to declare I told them only the kalaschnikow in the guitar bag. They laughed at me but did not look. Nobody took care of the bag that was always on my back if there would have been a kalaschnikow inside I would have had imported it legally – at least I had declared one…
Finally after more than 4 hours border procedure I wait at the petrol station after the border for Mike who is trying to get himself an insurance. He takes some time and half an hour later we finally start todays endspurt. Arriving afternoon instead of lunchtime we eat and pass away early evening. I sleep amazingly well until next day morning when Mike knocks at the door around 6 o clock. Like every morning when doing miles I drink a red bull from the ones I bought in the Gambia while I pack.
When the bikes are ready we drink a coffee to hit the road a little before sunrise. Todays target is Boujdour, little more than 500km north of where we start. I slept there in a nice and cheap hotel so its comfortable as we don’t need to search and can just follow my gps.
The sunrise in the desert is mind blowing and I enjoy the day starting at the same moment I start the engine! (Well coffee before was great too) The wind is blowing little less than on the way down, but now in our face and not in our back. We need incredible lots of petrol (both more than 9 on 100km) so I have to stop at the first petrol station after 160km.
We drink a coffee while three cops are just about starting to build up a checkpoint (= they stand on the street staring in different directions). It looks funny in the middle of the desert so I take a picture out of the window of the coffee. That picture costs us half an hour as one of the cops has seen me, they are really bored and have nothing better to do than to check if I have taken pictures of more “military objects” (like petrol stations or bored police officers). I am glad I haven’t and delete the ones they don’t like.
Today we enjoy the road taking many breaks for coffee and petrol and have fun. Late afternoon I see dark spots of several hundred square meters in the sea and it takes me about an hour before I realize it’s the shadows of the first clouds I have seen in weeks! Still the temperature is perfect all day and we arrive in Boujdour in the afternoon. We get all we need soon and find ourselves then at a restaurant eating, drinking coffee and chatting. What an amazing day this was!
Again we leave early and enjoy the desert sunrise on the road. Today will be the hardest one as we expect sand and wind on the way to come. After the first nearly 200km the first town after Boujdour is Laayoune. We stop a little before at it harbor to get petrol and breakfast. For the first time we can choose now: Highway or along the beach to Tarfaya? Of course we go along the beach – the desert landscape of this road is as amazing as itself is tire eating.
I like Tarfaya and we make one of todays many breaks there. It is amazing how we manage to do such a milage together and have so much fun on two so different bikes! Mike can go 400km under this conditions and I have a maximum of 240 maybe while my bike is much stronger and faster. But I wait while riding and we drink coffee every time we get petrol (mostly for me). After Tarfaya the next stop is in Akhfenir. I get petrol and they manage to put 10.5 liter in a 10 liter tank with 2 liter inside before already…. DON’T PUT PETROL IN AKHFENNIR! There are 3 petrol stations with at least one having digital measurement a few kilometers north of town at the police checkpoint!
Between Akhfennir and Tan Tan there are a few lagoons on the beach and in the first one I recognize spoon bills! I brake sharp, stop the bike and get out the big camera. That is one of the birds I wanted to see but until today haven’t! Mike passes by so I hurry up and go on. In the next lagoon again a shoal of big wading birds a little further away. They look a little like flamingos but I am not sure because of the distance. I take a few pictures and find out later that I have really seen two big groups of flamingos out there!
Mike waits for me at a roundabout a little before Tan Tan and we get a coffee in town around 4pm. The decision to go to the next town Guelmim was already made in Tarfaya, its only 130 more kilometers and we have well more than two hours until sunset. At the end of the day we find a cheap but luxurious hotel, great food (well, chicken&chips) and diet red bull! I had the last one this morning so this is just perfect!
Tomorrow Mike will go on heading quickly north while I will only go about 50km to the coastal town of Sidi Ifni. Thank you Mike for these amazing three days, for all the things I learned from you, for your great company and your permanent smile and good mood. There is only one road on this planet and it is connected all over. I hope we meet again out there one day and share another thousand miles!
Save journey my friend!
N13°24’05” W015°48’10” – N15°55’66” W16°24’21” – N18°13’08” W016°02’10” crossing again at Diamma, close to St. Louis (not Rosso/Richard Toll as the map suggests) taking the way thru the biosphere reserve – GM doesnt know theres a border there obviously….
km done: feb.19.: 400 feb.20.: 330
After getting an amazing breakfast next morning my new friends, the teachers of the nearby school tell me about a problem with the water supply at their school. It’s a solar powered pump and I am engineer… I take a look at it. There is no pump and the inverter is falling apart. I find out everything has been checked already by technicians, to repair it would cost 3000 Euro of which they have 1000 already. If I possibly could help them… its about the children!
I think a few hours about it and then talk to one of the teachers who speaks the best English. In fact the amount of money is not incredibly high. Higher for me alone than for their community in the village which is several hundred people. His last and best argument (remember, there is somebody volunteering here, of the problem is actually already taken care from somebody who does things like this professional) is that I am white, so I am supposed to give the money. The people here have been really nice to me so it makes me sad we have to disappoint each other so much. I don’t have 2000 Euro in my pocket to give away like this and I am not sure if this is what the people here need – another white guy who proves that all white guys just come to supply them.
In the afternoon I pack my stuff on the bike and head to the ferry crossing river Gambia just in time to cross the Senegalese border before it is being closed. When the Gambian customs officer demands 5 Euro I pretend being dumb so he sends me to the police. Passport stamp and straight forward to the other side. Within 15 minutes the border is crossed without paying no bribe at all! Great! I don’t find a money changer so I stop at a restaurant in a village about 50km after the border. I tell I am hungry but only have Euro. Little after I have finished food the boy comes back having changed 100 Euro at a much better rate than offered at the border.
The ride to Saint Louis becomes a night ride. I go with just a view more breaks around 300km after dark and arrive in Saint Louis at 2 am. Luckily I had the number from the neighbor of the Guesthouse so the people from the restaurant where I had changed money earlier had informed them about my late arrival tonight. By the way I see three small and very long foxes crossing the street in the dark!
Border crossing next morning is again very straight forward. Stupid police officer who wouldn’t hand my passport back before bribing on the way is smiling now and asking for me to play guitar. I wait until I have my passport back and tell him there is a bulk offer: 2 songs for 10 euro… I turn around and cross the river – no music this time. For Mauretanien side I prepare 50 Euro for the visa. In Nouakchott I tried to get my visa extended before which was not possible within the validity of the first visa. However I had gotten a paper from the police headquarter then to prove not to have been caught committing any crimes in Gambia ever before. Guys at the border are somehow impressed by the paper, stamp my passport for free and say Good bye! Passavant for the bike is 10 euro again and all together hardly 20 minutes after approaching Senegale border post I ride on the dam into Mauretanie hunting wild boars along the road!
The road seems to be much better this time. I have seen much worse since being here last time so I take most of it at pretty high speed having a lot of fun until more and more sand dunes are on the way. Most of the weight of the heavy loaded bike is too much in the rear. When coming on sand I start swimming immediately and the heavy bike with tyres which are slicks by now is impossible to handle.
One time in a very unexpected sanddune right next to the dam I slip and fall. Nothing happens so far but there is nobody to help me lifting up the bike – I am alone in the desert. I dropped the bike on the damn so its not full down and the sideback is helping too. I try a trick standing with my rear to the bike and lift it up! YEAH! I never thought I could do this alone!
Around 70 km after the border the piste becomes a highway and I increase the speed – at sunset I am sitting in my favourite café in Nouakchott. When dusk is about to end I am at Les Sultanes. “Welcome home!” Nicolas says and it really feels so. I eat diner with the staff at the kitchen and have real coffee and un petit peu internet. I am happy to be here!
I sleep really bad tonight. The tide is high and the waves sound like rain, it is incredibly cold at the river (around 20 degrees). In the morning its stormy and cold at only freezing 19°C. I skip the morning bird watching and decide together with Jemmah, my host, to go in the afternoon when the weather might be better. I really like the people here, out of the tourist places you can really find nice and very hospitable places!
The mangroves forest meeting the Savannah on the other riverside is really spectaculars and the neverending herons of all kinds are amazing. Even the people are really nice and when coming back from the boat trip the children of the village give me a nice welcome so I take one of them on my shoulders and go to the shop to get Nescafe. When we come back the others want rides on my shoulders too so it takes some time before I finally get my coffee,,, Never mind, we have a lot of fun!
In the afternoon and on the boat trip next morning I talk a lot with Jemmah, about all his little problems. He wants to open a bigger resort on the other side of the river – on an amazing place just where the wetlands meet with Savannah – it would be a crime building something there! However he is searching for a partner as he could get 2 ha of land on a little hill there for less than 2000 Euro.
While telling me this on the way back over the river he is busy keeping the water level in the leaking boat low. The toilet in his “restaurant” is a hut on a bridge – shower too! Sorry man I know I am at the hand right now but I don’t want to be your partner. He is only a little disappointed when I leave to Kwinella, the little village on the way here. I want to spend my last night in Gambia there.
I get an amazing welcome at the village. Evening bird watching is not happening because of being surrounded by amazingly nice and beautiful people all the time. In the evening when making music a girl from the USA who is volunteering there hears me and comes to have a chat. She tells me things then that make me see the women here different. Most of the girls in the rural areas in the Gambia have their Clitoris and parts of their labia cut off when they are between 8 and 13. I can hardly express what I feel then. Even at Jemmahs place in Tendaba girls where more or less offered to me with the words “you are a man, you need sex….” – and girls are not supposed to have fun? How can these guys here enjoy sex with girls who……? This is just so… African! I and I the rastaman says…
wild mix of pics without comment… check out the difference between high tide and low tide more than 200 kilometers away from the coast!
Feb 15. & Feb 16.
Km on Feb 16:165
I get up a little past 6, pack my camera and head to riverside café for my bird watching appointment – but nobody there! After ten minutes a soldier from the first checkpoint at the border comes and tells me it will only take a few more minutes. The sound of the birds from the opposite (Senegalese) river bank is amazing so I decide ten minutes later to go alone. The soldier obviously expects me to circle around a little and then give up trying to move the boat with one paddle only so he hands me the paddle without hesitation. Five minutes later I see his surprised face only from far away. I go to the other riverside but cant really take pictures when stirring the boat.
When I come back my “guide” is sitting there with the soldier and an old guy. After he excuses himself the old guy suddenly grabs something out of his pocket and everyone of the three guys is rolling himself a joint. I cant believe it and look questioning at the soldier. “No problem, I am first police post in the Gambia” he says offering me some. I say “thank you, no” and hop on the bike to meet Mike in the village. I give him the coordinates of my last stop in Senegal (the place where I slept the first night there) and we agree to meet there at 19. He tells me about Collin, a guy from GB who is doing some serious scientific bird watching here and has a kind of his own reservation!
I directly go there and its really amazing. In the first five minutes I see a crocodile again while talking to Collin and his fellow. I make a walk circling around the area and decide to come back in the evening. Leaving the area I check out a small road on the motorbike and nearly get stuck in the sand. Well, nearly only and I really can practice my sand skills in that half an hour it takes me to get out again. After that I handle sandy spots on the bike much better!
Sleeping all afternoon I return just a little before sunset. What to do I think and decide to come back early next morning before leaving.
The moonset and sunset are amazing at the reservation. After this experience I get a coffee at the village hoping to see Mike and then go back to check out. The nice lady who cooked my first food with love is there again and offers breakfast for free! That is really the first time in Gambia I stay at a place where not all is about money! I can truly recommend this place! Nice and lonely beach, good food and very good vibes! You will easily find it following the satellite coordinates! Just bargain a little!
The day is pretty chilly again (around 28°C only) so I really enjoy the ride on the bike to Tendaba! At the last little village before Tendaba I stop and ask for a place to sleep. I get an opportunity to sleep FOR FREE at a real nice place so I unload the bike. Little later I go to Tendaba to see the posh River Side Camp there. The place is not expensive but not really nice too so I just ask for the boat trip. Maybe at seven maybe at eight, however a bargain for 6 euro only.
I decide to check out the tiny village of Tendaba for a coffee and get offered a really amazing room (in my eyes at least) above the water for an affordable price. Boat trips and food are possible too. I count my money and the guys make a real nice all inclusive price including 2 boat trips and three nights and no need to do the way to a money changer before crossing the border to Senegal on Wednesday!
I quickly want to go back to the village to collect my stuff and talk to the for sure little disappointed people there. In my happiness about the amazing place I stand next to the bike on the wrong side when taking it of the main stand. It loses balance and the right side mirror breaks off. I am such a dumb idiot (sometimes)! At the village I promise to come next evening to make music and as I’ve seen a hornbill I haven’t caught on picture yet (again) on the way to the village I will spend some time around there anyway.
Later I sit a little further out on the bridge my hut is on (kind of my balcony) and enjoy an amazing sunset and excellent bird watching! More or less sitting above the water in my new home. What an amazing place! And it either seems like I slowly start finding the right people too. They are even disappointed when I don’t make music this evening…
The internet signal is blown away by the cold wind today. Got a bunch of amazing pictures and will try to upload them when its less windy!
Km today: around 120
In the morning I drink chai again and then slowly pack my stuff. I plan to go only 40km to the south western edge of the Gambia today so I have time. I go to the supermarket, the petrol station and to the restaurant for coffee and internet. I don’t change money as I expect some money changers in the village. There is no real border there but it is possible to cross the small river on a rowing boat. I leave Serrekunda happily a little after lunchtime.
A few kilometers later all becomes more shanty. No more resorts or night clubs, no supermarkets and totally overpriced restaurants anymore. I go quickly and some 10 km before my destination I pass a police checkpoint. I don’t see anybody so I start accelerating again when suddenly a guy in uniform is jumping out of the shadow ordering me to come back. Different than at the other checkpoints (“Hello how are you?” – “Good how are you?” – “Good how are you?” – “I am still good can I go on?” – “Yes of course”) he asks for my passport.
When I give it to him another guy in a dress that is little dirty comes closer. I try to ignore him but suddenly he shows an ID telling me he is from the Gambia drug police. I look questioning and he explains that I am approaching the border that’s why he has to check what I have with me. Well first of all, the border is 12km away in a country which is 35 km wide, so I am rather in the center than close to the border, second I never got checked for drugs anywhere when leaving a country and third – I am a tourist on a motorbike, what amount of whatever should I have with me? This guy is obviously after high bribes from tourists that had been stupid enough to buy this stinking Cinapis stuff people are smoking here at every corner.
Two minutes later when he is sure I don’t have anything he could get me in trouble for he calls me friend and ask me to give him an invitation to Europe. Of course I say, outside smiling inside laughing – after crossing so many borders my sympathy for people who didn’t learn anything better than searching other peoples stuff and even have fun doing this is, lets say rather small…
Coming closer to the river at the border there are more checkpoints coming… Police, Customs, military, and before I am at the recommended river side café immigration police. They ask for my passport and I give it to them. They ask for the visa but I don’t have one as I just got an entry stamp. I go and have coffee first. 20 Minutes later I have arranged a boat trip for the next morning. The area looks really nice with mangroves all over, no mixed couples or prostitutes yet and for the time of the day a lot of birds.
Going back I get my visa but don’t have enough money on me to pay the 20 euro so they agree in getting half of the money next morning when I come for the boat trip. What a weird border, they don’t even seem to be sure themselves if I need a visa – but I get a receipt for the full amount I should have paid…
I start to look for a place to sleep thinking that I will leave without paying the full visa if I don’t find the real perfect place. Unfortunately I find it neighboring the overpriced (30 euro for a hut at the beach!) lodge recommended by lonely planet. Its an amazingly quiet place with a very nice lady who is carrying around her baby wherever she moves. Basic room is 20 euro. I offer 10 and after some bargaining she accepts.
After taking my stuff into my room I go back to Kartong village to change money but before I can do so I see a touringbike in front of a restaurant. I stop and go inside. There is a Nordic looking guy sitting at a table with a local guy. He has seen me approaching so we say hello and start talking. I move to their table before my coffee comes and we keep talking what bikers have to talk when meeting somewhere in the jungle thousands of kilometers from home.
Suddenly the guy who is with him interrupts me in the middle of a sentence:”You give me cigarette!”. I ignore him so he interrupts two more times until I tell him he will get nothing from me on order, maybe by asking in a polite way but for sure not like this. Mike, the biker from Great Britain smiles at me even though I feel bad being so rude when meeting somebody who seems so nice – the other guy looks pissed. Two minutes later he tells Mike he leaves and Mike seems pleased to hear that. When he asks for a cigarette again Mike gives him one in exchange for the promise to smoke it somewhere else.
I like Mike. For some reasons Mike thinks about going back pretty quickly in a few days. I will stay in the Gambia only for a few more days too and if the Mali visa regulations are not extremely welcoming I plan to move to the north of the Sahara rather fast too then. I suggest to go together and he is happy about it. I want to change money and be at the beach in time for the sunset so we make an appointment for the next day when I come back from bird watching.
Unfortunately there is no money changer in town and the only offer I get is so bad that I can buy twice the amount of petrol I would need for going back to Serrekunda to change there. I decide to quickly go there after sunset and go to the beach at my lodge.
Approaching the beach I seem to be in heaven! Kilometers of beautiful, clean (beach around Serrekunda is extremely dirty with every wave leaving a black surface on the sand) and empty beach. I take out the guitar and start to play. Within the hour I sit there only one guy is passing by starting to talk to me while I am in the middle of a beautiful song. I manage not letting him me disturb only for a bit and as he obviously expects me to stop making music now! to tell him “I am good, how are you?” he disappears within a second. The sunset is mindblowing then.
At the lodge I ask the nice lady for dinner and then quickly ride to Serrekunda to change money. Maybe I just have to do this to see one more time how much nicer the place where I am now is. In front of the money changer “Hey brother, you remember me, we meet here yesterday!” I have never been at this corner of Serrekunda before…. At the money changer a girl looking only nearly like a prostitute gives me a pile of 100 Dalasi bills – should be 53 and when she recognizes I start counting she puts two more bills on the pile without losing a word. On the way back I stop at the last huge supermarket but in the same moment an old fat german guy comes out there sounding like he is nearly getting an orgasm when he sees me: WOW ADVENTURE KTM, mal sehen wo der herkommt! (lets see where this guy is coming from). Who needs supermarkets… anyway I am late already and my food is probably waiting for me. Before he can take a look at my number plate I disappear at high speed in the dark.
At my new home the food is ready and I even get a huge plate of salad. For the first time since Mauretania I have the feeling to eat something cooked with love. I start thinking about staying a second night here maybe. I really do like the place and later in the evening the cycads and the ocean make a fantastic sound. This place is amazing!
At around 4am I wake up all over sweating even though its not soo warm. Hypoglycemia, I realize and start eating chocolate but one second… I injected pretty nearly the same amount of insuline I would have had injected at home under this conditions but the insulin I am carrying had became pretty warm in the metal cases when riding through the desert several times (not to speak about the attack at my last stay). The potency is hard to test but must be much less than it would be when fresh that’s for sure (it was really warm a quite few times)… So maybe the stem cell therapy is working but I don’t realize because of the decreasing potency of my insulin in the warmth…. Maybe the sweat attack this night means good news after I already thought it would not work (either stem cell therapy and insulin )!
After that I eat two plates of spaghetti and go to bed again. I wake up late and go to check out a bird watching spot close to where I stay. I have breakfast there and people tell me its better to come back at sunset. I go back to my place and find out I got a new neighbor. A “lady” from GB who calls herself a cripple is busy supervising a young black boy who is carrying boxes of beer into her apartment. Later I find out they are a “couple”. I decide to go to town to look for a capotaster and surprise surprise, hardly 45 minutes later I got one at a really nice and good music shop (ask for gambia music shop near westfield junction)! I have little time until the bird watching so I go home to find out I got another new neighbor to my other side. An approximately 75 year old guy with his around 22 year old “girlfriend”. Too much again.
I had to pay the 3 nights in advance so I wait for the landlord to come back. I start playing guitar with the new capotaster and 2 minutes later the managers wife comes round asking me to stop the “noise”. Now that is insulting, people here are playing drums all night and when I play little guitar in the afternoon it is noise. Later I find out the “lady” next door, who is playing guitar herself had complained. I thought when she called herself a cripple it was about her ability to walk not to talk….
Manager is not coming back so I go to watch the birds. The places is nice and full of mangroves but the bird watching is disappointing. I walk around for a little more than an hour and go back.
When arriving at the lodge I ask if the manager has five minutes for me. Yesterday night when I paid I wanted to pay only one night but he, correctly, said “My friend we have agreement for three days, we shake hands”. Of course I paid immediately. Now I explain to him that this agreement was made when the place was halal and that it makes me sick watching my disgusting neighbors. I tell him I do not judge (well, I do) but don’t want to watch it whenever I open the door. He is muslim too and totally understands and agrees, he even offers to check out right now (check out time is usually 10am) but its getting dark and I just want to leave tomorrow morning, not now now. However the talk with the manager is very pleasant and I have the feeling I maybe should play the muslim card more often (by the way my father is from Pakistan, just so you know ;)).
Later I go to the indian supermarket again to buy at least 1,5liter diet red bull for the way. I think last time I got it was in spain and for weeks I was close to tears of pleasure when finding diet coke…Indian guys are incredibly nice again – I enjoy chatting in hindi – what you do here they ask…. I don’t have an answer… getting internet, diet redbull and capotaster…. They laugh. I buy haldirams, hide and seek cookies, dairy milk chocolate and lays chips. Coming home I make chai.