What happens on the road..
Ok, remember how I said that I was going to write more? I am just reading this awesome book, written by three girls who travelled the world for a year and I love it. (So by default I should be writing more because people like this stuff). But yeah, so much happens that it's hard to keep up with everything. One story a week wouldn't even cut it, yet writing a lot more would take up too much of my time.
However, last night after some "stimulating beverages", some stories started popping up again from (mainly) the past three months on remote year. So here is my blogpost of elevator pitch style stories :)
What happened on the road so far:
- Having a dance off with a 70 year old at a happening club in Lisbon at 7 am in the morning
- Leaving said club around 8 am when it closed and stumbling through the blinding light (it was day already. By the time we emerged it was already light, but damn that light was painful after 8 hours of dancing in a dark club. The place, club Lux, was insane. I've never felt so energetic from 5am onwards (usually that's when the tiredness sets in). The club had a vibe that was hypnotising. I did not get tired at all, and no, besides some drinks I hadn't taken anything.
- Instead of taking the 16 hour bus ride from Lisbon to Rabat, being put on a flight last minute instead and finding out we were flying business class (first time my life). Only to have a very confusing and messy transit from Casablanca to Rabat after when another group got mixed up with us, drove off with our driver, resulting in us spending 1 hour extra at the airport trying to figure it out. Also the keys to the apartment didn't fit when we first arrived. All's good that ends good though, everything worked out in the end.
- Befriending the lovely mom of a fellow traveller. After having family style dinners with him and his mom two nights in a row (it just happened, besides, he cooks great food!) I think she was a bit surprised (disappointed?) when she found out I had a boyfriend. Ah well, moms just like me :)
- Taking care of a fellow remote who went bad on "substances", for 36 hours. We poked her occasionally to see if she was still breathing. The rest of this "substances" ended up in the hands of others, making 5 people miss their transition with the group from Rabat to Sofia and one even in the hospital. (And the other 40 people almost miss their plane because of the delay this caused) I guess some people learn the hard way.
- Me and my boyfriend yelling at each other at the top of our lungs in front of the rooftop berber tent in our office in Rabat. Luckily the only person around was wearing headphones (sorry Sam), only to pause and give a webinar together, to proceed to go back to yelling at each other. I only wanted to walk out, because I didn't want to travel with him anymore and move to Asia on my own twice so far too. I consider that a win.
- The other couples on the trip have names (The Boones and The Kims), I tried figuring out what mine and Kyron was. No one came up with anything but "the kiwis" yet that didn't stick. I figure it hardly makes sense to talk about us as a collective as we make it a point to stay as far away from each other when we are out as possible. At the end of month two, while waiting to depart for the airport someone told us "this is the first time I actually saw you guys touch each other". This was the girl who took a side trip with us to Porto and basically spend 48 hours straight with us xD
- Riding around Sofia in an old train, using those little whistles who roll out when you blow them to have sword fights and drive the guy who manages all the European accommodations crazy. Also we made a point of waving at everyone and we weren't quite sure who were they monkeys, us inside the tram or them outside. Both sides were staring at each other in a curious way.
- Having the feeling back in my lower back. The area from my upper thighs till my belly button had been numb for over a year. Starting to reconnect to that part, even though it means going through the pain first, is amazing!
- Driving on the car of the tour guide from our tents to the camels we're riding later. As he insisted we'd sit on a carpet to make it more comfortable (and he made us promise to hold on super tight) I've been calling it my "flying carpet experience" ever since. It. was. awesome. (See the picture featured with this blogpost).
- Having a near death experience with my boyfriend driving a car through Valencia. Especially leaving the parking area was scary as hell. He went "oh shit" as he went around the first corner and down and proceeded to try to take an exit (that was marked as forbidden to drive into) from the first round about. Why was it so scary that a dude that has 13 years of driving experience drove the car? He is from NZ meaning he'd never driven on the right before..
- Going to "hot springs" in the countryside of Spain with above mentioned car. The hot springs turned out to be cold, so their marketing was on point. Yet it was a lovely place and when we returned to our car a local man approached us, speaking Spanish. Neither of us spoke enough Spanish to understand him so he just walked off. Only to return 3 min later with both hands full of cherries which he put inside of our car. When we tried to pay him for it he just smiled and shook his head. Best cherries I've ever tasted.
Allright my head is slightly hurting so it's time to stop typing. Hope you liked this super quick stories from the road blog. Have a great day!