There are just so many things yet to report, but for that to here in terms of length legible, I will once again NEN little trip, we have undertaken to concentrate. Since several people have but demand is, it's still pre-ne small summary of the situation: I'm doing better than the last time I wrote an entry. Since it was me but not too bad, that's probably come across wrong. I am now finally completely healthy, the headaches are gone, the body gets used to appear even at this gas masses. I'm new in nem course, is much better than before. With luck, there's this week times a party, alcohol order is easy, Weed unfortunately been rather slow. In two months I have again the pleasure to move to have me and especially what to look for new, for Arash is moving, angry, but it pushes you so far actually still pretty comfortable in front of him.
Well, then time for non-essentials but hopefully a little more entertaining. On Thursday, three days ago we started relatively quickly to a desert trip. When I boarded the bus at 8:00 in the morning I knew the only thing that we go into the desert and the fun that costs the equivalent of 30 euros. Where, how long, etc. with whom would then clarify its way. Well, first cleared it once, that my worst fear arrived, we found ourselves, apparently in a party bus in to the reader of my last year's mail has made it perhaps click: loud, bad music was turned up, be candid, headscarf loosely creatures approached me, threatening his hands over his head in 4/4-time beat up. But well, fortunately, had the nightmare to an end after ten minutes because it was only as a half dance aficionados among the 12 passengers. The rest of the trip was spent then while sitting, but under the beautiful sounds of Iranian and Arabic pop music and Yeah by Usher - of course with low-cut Rappart itself.
We stopped here or there, it's a whole rather often exaggerated, because our nice, young, good German-speaking guide had to buy again but now and then what. When we finally reached the desert, first made her broad disillusionment, because that was one of those persons corrosive desert boulders, many of which the Middle East to truly abundant. After an hour's drive over moguls - nothing with SUVs or so - but then it was compensated, the first reasonable sand dunes offered to our view, and were immediately mounted. So I'm really not very level but trained, but there are hardly what more strenuous than running as high a Dühne. Nevertheless, began to spread enthusiasm, walk down to the dunes fall, or roll, was already great. There's photos in a few days, I swear on the Koran.
When we arrived finally at our destination prevailed among the German participants in the first place, stunned, we had it, naive as we hold still are, thought that the goal of this tour, one night in the desert outside of spending from the bustle of the city. Instead we were landed, but in such excursions its kind site that has already had many tents forever, mind you to stone. In the course of the evening came more and more people had to be mounted to the crowd grow to 100 people. The Iranians were enthusiastic and dedicated to us in her plan here now, but sometimes really nice to go through the whole night. In my case arose spontaneously as two issues that I do not openly expressed: How and why to God's will? I really wanted to stop rather see what the next day from the desert and I do not beat the night into day, without ne right employment.
Sun about 18.00 clock, the sun had already set fairly spectacular, also became clear why they were actually there: It was asked in a tent in which it brandy (you spell that right?) Should be. On closer inspection, it turned out that the good "cognac" - selbstgmacht he was also - essentially a slightly suspicious brown liquid in a 5-liter plastic canister was. So you can treat yourself first n juicy glass full ... and it tasted surprisingly good, if it had nothing to do with cognac. So then were at breakneck speed, the glasses emptied and filled as long as the latter was required. After number three within three-quarters of ner hour I then got out even better, we wanted the daily goal "by making" not put at risk. Well, let's say, others saw something else. One of the Iranians, Omid was his name, was both on the front line as the cognac As for all the people and invite them to himself and his wife to dinner, being consumed Cognakmenge invitation and intensity closely korellierten. After an hour ago wars then somehow come to an end with the alcohol and all sat down at the campfire, after the stink my jacket and my backpack, moreover, now.
After some time we heard from the nearby artificial stream pretty hearty Kotzgeräusche who knew in the categories of volume and frequency to impress. Once again a little later crystallized out more then ever, that this is probably acting at the good Omid. It was considered in the impact a good idea, it just park once a foreigner tent, where he covered up then and comfortable with all existing sleeping bags and blankets. The Iranian line of argument then ran like this: "Haja, who has always nothing more in the stomach, fits that." But not with Omid. Real soon broke nasty noise that I had so far never heard from our tent, the reaction was not about him create it quickly, no, he was given an orange to eat. He threw up course from, so here are making some of the German group confirmed out suspicions expressed. At one point he was then at least times draped in that the head peeped out of the tent. We toured the arena and, well, everything was not so bad, two weeks earlier I had removed about ten times the amount of my own vomit, so I took this time to also hearty cloth. What a mention should take is that one of my life assumptions clearly confirmed in this situation: First chill, then look again. Simon had prepared right after arrival with love his bed, I had just thrown my stuff into the tent or beside it, and now guess whose sleeping bag had gotten nothing!
We were then finally shipped to another tent, because the group before undergoing took no place. We will then but went to bed pretty early, because not much actually happened, except that Omid really showed perseverance and stable ne esophagus, the most interesting were it but the sounds that could be admired from the tent out. It remains to say that the good man probably would have had to suffer less, if all the Iranians would not have been the unanimous opinion that it was a great idea, to inspire him one after another various kinds of fruit, water, coffee and chocolate, which he auskotzte all that. Somehow, simply failed to realize that we, as anti-social-decadent Europeans perhaps alittle bit more experience with crash-wide people. Finally there came a Persian physician, was trusted and put an end to the bustle.
slept Finally, we more or less peacefully in our tent, as the number of the ceiling was dropped because of personal failings and Omid-exposure to two to five people. In addition, we were surrounded by the lovely noise of loud people, one up in the early morning durchkotzenden Omid and somewhat psychopathic ducks, the permanent pond in said their existence. Who settled but also ducks in the desert? The next day we went
then another to the dunes and then go home. Overall, ne exhausting, but good thing.
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