Wednesday, 20 October 2010 18:09thumb up to the sun FeaturedWritten by norman pentzienfont size Print E-mail 1 CommentRate this item1 2 3 4 5 (4 votes)the time came and i was on the way to spain with a girl which was experienced in these matters.
so we hitchhiked i knew this kind of transportation but only for short distances on this trip i saw how easy
you can go far away fast!
wow and u get invited and shown around from all sorts of people of course telling the same story over and over
again can be tiring but u can start to invent new storys about you anyway its the best way to travel in europe since
tickets are expensive.
we reached spain in 2 days or so slept in peoples places or on the way.
and then the beachlive started, just hanging out, swimming and exploring.
man, spains beaches are full of beachbums ull meet some nice people, some of them are naked,coming from opiumfields,
beautyful, creative, annoying, sharing, free, stealing, busking, suntanned and always changing.
its nice for a while but you get bored maybe staying on the beach u have to learn first,learn doing nothing...
so i had my daily routine and felt healthier than ever before, living outdoors at the sea is just good for you.
but it wasnt enough, so i started to make little spraypaintings which i tryed to sell in the tourist areas nearby.
spains coastal towns are bursting with fat camera swinging 3 week tourists.
of course nobody bought something of me,but i traded once a painting for a meal i think.
it was nice but i felt lonely the girl i came with went on own adventures since a while so i saw
marocco as a good destination for me.Yes! it was the first time that the desire to travel into the unknown
grabbed me....of course i had no passport.
in order to get one i went to malaga as it had a german embassy,i applied for one of these 6 months valid passports
and collected it within one week.
every time i was in malaga i slept on the mainbeach(one of the ugliest) alone, cause i didnt find a beach with my kind of people
at daytime i hidd my stuff on a trashyard, not that i had much....
with my new green passport pocketet i entered the boat to marocco it is just 12 km from spain.
as i arrived i truly felt that i had traveled everything was new,the people,the houses,the smells, a new world where i was fresh meat...
"amigo!,mon amour!,friend! want hashisch? good hashish kif?
ive musta have carried the impression to like hash...
anyway i soked it all in, the impressions and everything i was awkward towards the people but curious enough.
i walked all day around through tanger.here i could take a room i thought the image of me on trhe beach surrounded
by people trying to sell me anything was not welcoming me much and here it was cheap..
this word came into my mind: KITAMA i had heard it before somewhere i think it was the italian guy on
one of the beaches in spain he had been in many countries and his add for marocco was quite inspiring.
i asked my hostellier how to get there and he gave me the instructions, i had settled in a guesthouse meanwhile
i remember myself sitting tyred in a bus the next day on the way up the mountains.since my trip started i was getting up early
what had not often been the case in my live but it was good it gave me a good mood.
man what a long trip always i passed a sign with lets say 30 km on it, after 40km it wouls still read 20km it was frustrating
back then i was the average westerner dumbass from some city and i was impatient and not used to
making long distance on my arse sittings, specially when two small kids in front of you puke in 20 min interwalls.
but it was interesting anyway watching it i sat there this bus on every stop a dozen people would enter
and sell watches,sweets,socks,sockholders,pens,liters,paper,stickers and so on everything you need for busride.
i felt it intense all sorts of feelings coming up kinda adventured meanwhile u could see the full moon
and i asked people when we would arrive shocking answers came.
but finally it must have been midnight we where there...a growling mop of people surrounded the bus already
they where welcoming me with: come with me,my house,drink tee, hashish they where pulling,and pushing each other away from me
soon they would beat each other up i thought. i made the run the mob after me so i cut fast walking curves around houses
and paused to change my pants to long ones it was cold there just as i finished the mob caught up with me.
a men with a broken leg was leading and trying to get to me a old mercedes came from the side
two hustler like guys trying to convince me to come their house.
i went on
crutch-guy was running or stumbling for gold, a groptesque scene.
on one side i felt sorry for him
on the other i thought back to the italian beachguy and his story about the maroccan cops showing fotofolders to touris with
rests of found touristbodies in order to prevent them from going here.
in my paranoid state i would go nowhere i decided.
so i shaked the crowd from me and entered outtertown terrain to build up my tent, as i had one with me in these early traveldays.
i didnt sleep too well, thinking back it was so beautyful there but back then i didnt realize it, i felt so alien
i just wanted to leave, the pussy that i was!
yeah these where the days where i got shocked easily by the unknown and where i didnt feel at
home often,it was better though than the routine i had lived before, the secure repitition of days just living from one week
to the next month and so on.....
anyway i responded typically with moving further along,this place didnt fit me somehow paranoia-strikken
i waited the next day for the bus to take me back to the direction i came, maybe i check out chewchowen i thought, the city a had passed on the way here.
FUCK!! i had lost my passport!! i realized going through my beltback sitting already in the bus, Doublefuck!! the consequenzes began to dawn on me,
thinking i realized i ve must have lost it when i changed my pants after arriving cause it had been so cold,just cause i was so hunted by the village-people
stop! stop!!! i gesticulated wildly at the driver, fuck i was in the middle of the mountainroad somewhere on the way and i had lost this damn passport!!!
i dont remember exactly but fact is i went back and looked at the spot where i took the belt off and guess what?
the damn thing that i had watched like my eyeballs (before i lost it) wasnt there anymore, i had seen nothing of ketama, no marihuanafeelds,
i had drunken no tea with lokals,i was not the cool adventurer and now i had lost this stupid, all your data containing, deciding wether u are allowed in a country or not, nationality-marking -damn passport!!!
i panicked a bit but thought ill fix this somehow, so i went back to tanger to one police station( took a while though to find one)
i told them my story with hand and feet and they seemingly understood something, all i wanted was some kind of paper or what,making me able to leave the country,
when i wanted to. i dont know i told them the story over and over again.so they sent me to the main police station, there we go: again i used hand and feet and i looked around man what a place in the midle of the hall was a cage (some fenceparts connected together to a rectangle inside where bad guys i suppose
from time to time a cop would smack them with a piece of wood on their heads to keep the noise down.
they typed the stuff on their typewriter looking like it was from the 1960s or so
and it was the only apparatus they had in the station,the whole place looked anyway more like a ruined old sportshall in bulgaria to me.
and you know what?
every time they finished the report, they would tear the paper apart!
i mean why??
seriously it happened three times or so and then the coin clickert this piece of paper was senseless i could not leave with that one
assured through english speaking officials later on!!
i had to go to the german embassy!
of course nobody knew one around the corner!
but i found out that in rabat was one 400 km or so it was away...
man what a day i thought,back then i didnt know that the worst that could happen was that i die and thats not a big deal, cause ur dead right?
so once more i left my main belongings in tanger and set off to rabat with train slowly i got used to marocco, i deald
cooler with all the situations and i didnt let somebody cheat me anymore.
and i felt great like in the train for example i sat in my cabin and strangers would share their food with me
and offer me sleepingplaces after hearing my story.
i saw the pureness of people so often in marocco and how friendly they where!
its a country for the senses i love it how everthing awakes at night the steets are alive its a big market everybody sells something children play
at midnight,and the best are the sweetshops and each one has unique sweets selfmade available the whole night
i dived into it, i experienced my self different.
anyway, to make it short and make place for real traveladventures: i solved the problem at the embassy,got back to tanger,
took the ferry to spain, hitch hiked quite a bit to where i was supposed to meet my friends and had a great time
on the atlantic coast of spain on the beach then later back to nerja and playa chika and then one day the plane to germany
it had been 3 months or so that i was away and i was euphoric to see pals and buddies again but disappointing as it came that far,
i was filled up with stuff,new experiences that had changed me, and they?
still floating in their universe of dullness and 5 square kilometers after a few hours in my apartment listening to brain diarrhea from
the guy who i had left to live in my flat i set out to a festival.
the berlin-time began once more, partying.....!
so then the day came where i seriously got on my first BIG trip, in which india was the main target but we wanted to go overland...
i sais bye bye to my flat in which i had spend 4 years of my live!!
what a waste but iam halfcarcastic here it was fun but what was going to come would teach me much more!
the flat yeah i thought what to do with it? give it some waster to look after it?
no i could also just cancel it and leave especially when i had rent-debts to pay, have i mentioned that asshole i left the flat, to live in, for the time i was in spain?
anyway i remember driving with my ma, bringing my paintings to her livingplace.
so there i was together with a girl that actually was born in india but had never lived there but everywhere i had this fascination for both, the girl and india
i mean i loved indai somehow although i knew nothing about it.
but indian classical music i always liked the sound of it,before i never knew it was indian music,anyway....
we flew to bulgaria cause it was on the way and oh yeah! iam half-bulgarian and there was the flat of my grandmother which wasn`t living anymore
waiting for me,we took a plane as we where to tired after the berlin experince and it was cheap.
man i had my cousins and aunts not seen 12 years but the reunion was like after 2 days abstinence,fully bulgarian
there where worried about the trip,but i assured them it was all good to happen.
not that we plan much, just to go india was the plan.
so we went on to istanbul after a while,lived in a guys place,he was from eastgermany and had tryed to escape from it when he was young
but the boarder guards had noticed his false passport and his fake-eyebrows and sent hium to a stasi-jail u know these creepy prisons where u dont see anybody
except 2 people that interview u in the middle of many nights... but thats a different story.
ah yap istanbuls nice, big and friendly people all over i had a videocam the whole trip with me but i dont have it anymore so:
no videos...shit this site would have enough space for it!!
the day to depart came again and there would be heeps more in the future.
had we come to istanbul by bus we climbed in a train this time imagine.50 fucking euros to go from istanbul to tehran by train and that in a own 4 bed-sleeper-cabin
ohhh yeahhhh
how would it be?
i mean it was the by far furthest point for me to go until then and i just knew the average tv brainwashbullshit they tell in the news about iran,
not that i believed it anyway!
but something more exotic was about to come, i was sure i was excited!!
rocky terrain all the way, deserted land, here and there a village, i could see this from the train.
the girl i was with, was pretty knocked out from the cookies we had eaten but so was i.
we changed the train on the boarder and there was a even fancier train waiting for us i mean this time we are talking about a cabin
with flat-screen tv build in can you believe it?
unfortunately we had to share this time with couple of tourists from somewhere,you know these people with the big cameras
and adventure-northpole equipment all over always dressed as if they go peaking, always in mind that they have to be in the office again
in two weeks or so....
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