Oct 3, 2008
Sep 28, 2008
Ramadan
It is the Ramadan. A Muslim religious observance that takes place during the ninth month of the Islamic calender, it is the month in which the Quran wasrevealed to the Prop`het Muhammed.Today it is an Islamic month of fasting where participating Muslims do not eat or drink anything from true dawn until sunset. Around 4:30am until 6:30pm. It is meant to teach the person patience, sacrifice and humility.
In reality, it seems to make people crazy, especially towards the end of the evening and it just means that at night they eat heeeeaps! Like HEAPS! They gorge. Fasting? Sure it is...
In reality, it seems to make people crazy, especially towards the end of the evening and it just means that at night they eat heeeeaps! Like HEAPS! They gorge. Fasting? Sure it is...
Africa! Huh? Spain?!
We awoke still stoned. Bong chai lasts well! Knowing we had a ferry to catch and also a mess to clean, we sat. We couldn't think to do more. So we sat. And wondered if we would make the ferry at all that day.
But Jo wanted it and so we cleaned a bit (more would have been better as we knew another was about to move in) and pushed off. Down the hill we stumbled but soon the fresh air took affect and the excitement began to enter our veins.
Two buses later and we were in ... um... the Port place. We booked a midnight ferry and at 12 set off for Africa!
On arrival I learnt we were actually still in Spain. A city called Malilla, it was part of Spain still. Haha. So we jumped on the next available bus (after a little haggling) and found ourselves headed for Fes.
And a thank you to the really nice man we met at the Port who gave us advice on prices. Like a taxi in the Spanish city to the border (maybe 5mins) would be 5 euro. On crossing the border, a 30 minute taxi ride to the nearest town would cost 5 durram - around 50cents. Neighbouring countries and yet a world apart in price!
But Jo wanted it and so we cleaned a bit (more would have been better as we knew another was about to move in) and pushed off. Down the hill we stumbled but soon the fresh air took affect and the excitement began to enter our veins.
Two buses later and we were in ... um... the Port place. We booked a midnight ferry and at 12 set off for Africa!
On arrival I learnt we were actually still in Spain. A city called Malilla, it was part of Spain still. Haha. So we jumped on the next available bus (after a little haggling) and found ourselves headed for Fes.
And a thank you to the really nice man we met at the Port who gave us advice on prices. Like a taxi in the Spanish city to the border (maybe 5mins) would be 5 euro. On crossing the border, a 30 minute taxi ride to the nearest town would cost 5 durram - around 50cents. Neighbouring countries and yet a world apart in price!
So long, fair well, alfetasten, adieu
We had decided to have a goodbye dinner on the night before we left. We would invite all we knew to say a thank you and a good bye before we left for Morroco. That was the plan. Now for the reality.
Firstly, we forgot to really tell anyone. Micky and Fran and Zasha turned up. Also Michael, a polish friend, girl with dreads, Dominic, another Polish guy and of course us. 12 all up I think. Who have I forgotten?
I sat early on making food with the Polish guy number one and Michael and later Sam. At first on my own and I soon found myself dominating the nuts and choc... oops (o: Then Micky and Fran turned up and we felt less bad eating it all.
Jo then came with the pizza we had made earlier and he had cooked at Zashas and the meal began. The joints also now began to flow. I watched as smiles grew on stoned faces and full bellies. Then the second Polish guy came (other in between) and he started handing around a pipe full of really truly strong weed. Everyone began to die!
Then Poland 1 began to snore? Was he sleeping? Nope, this thought was shattered as sprays of vomit erupted from his mouth, out onto my bed! Sam (stoned and seated next to him) could only manage a hand on his shoulder as a look of disbelief passed over his wasted features. Quite funny at the time but maybe not so in the morning.
As vomit drooled from his mouth, the party changed in attitude as many of us moved to the floor. Bong chai was cooking and soon this was making the rounds and life begun once more. Or for us it did. For Jo it all ended. The tea somehow kicked his arse royally (sorry for the language). He could not speak, he could not move and once more he entered a state of senility (how do you spell that word?).
We all slowly joined him, some made the move for home and so we settled for the night...
Firstly, we forgot to really tell anyone. Micky and Fran and Zasha turned up. Also Michael, a polish friend, girl with dreads, Dominic, another Polish guy and of course us. 12 all up I think. Who have I forgotten?
I sat early on making food with the Polish guy number one and Michael and later Sam. At first on my own and I soon found myself dominating the nuts and choc... oops (o: Then Micky and Fran turned up and we felt less bad eating it all.
Jo then came with the pizza we had made earlier and he had cooked at Zashas and the meal began. The joints also now began to flow. I watched as smiles grew on stoned faces and full bellies. Then the second Polish guy came (other in between) and he started handing around a pipe full of really truly strong weed. Everyone began to die!
Then Poland 1 began to snore? Was he sleeping? Nope, this thought was shattered as sprays of vomit erupted from his mouth, out onto my bed! Sam (stoned and seated next to him) could only manage a hand on his shoulder as a look of disbelief passed over his wasted features. Quite funny at the time but maybe not so in the morning.
As vomit drooled from his mouth, the party changed in attitude as many of us moved to the floor. Bong chai was cooking and soon this was making the rounds and life begun once more. Or for us it did. For Jo it all ended. The tea somehow kicked his arse royally (sorry for the language). He could not speak, he could not move and once more he entered a state of senility (how do you spell that word?).
We all slowly joined him, some made the move for home and so we settled for the night...
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