travelling man
spent a glorious month rocking around morrocco with little Kapn. Came down through the Anti Atlas mountains into Marrakech, for a couple of days respite before setting off home. Both of us managed to overdo the sun a litle, and came down with heat exhaustion. This coupled with the fact we had severe giardia probably didnt help. Our final day, up early to catch the non stop train to Tangier and we had a problem finding the bus. Eventually pulled into the station to see our train pull away. Not another one for 12 hours, only enough money in our pockets to buy 1 boiled egg sarnie between the two of us, and the galloping trots. When we eventually got on the train, we were crammed into a carriage with 8 of the stinkiest locals imaginable, who proceeded to take their shoes off, fart, smoke arabic cigarettes and fight amongst themselves. Despite shaking like a shitting dog, near hallucinating with heat sickness and not having eaten in nearly 24 hours, we had to stay aawake for the whole joourney to make sure nobody touched our bags. I was bloody miserable at the end of it.
On teh plus side, I got to Gibraltar (my bro was flying from Tangier) and got fucked out of my mind on guinness. I remember being talked into an armwrestling contest with the SPanish navy armwrestling champion. At 5 foot 6, and looking like a load of knots in a bit of string, the entire english truckdriving content of teh pub we were in proceeded to bet heavily on my winning. He was the biggest fucker in the world. I have no recollection of getting back to the hotel, but I do know that they sat me in a row of three seats by myself on the plane home. I was a bit stinky!

i have more - maybe after lunch
(kaptinkurtz, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 13:06, Reply)