Kinder hunting und spaeter trampen in sahara

Trip Start Jun 01, 2012
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Trip End Sep 01, 2014


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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

...and 3 videos...

 What is Kinder-Hunting?

Well, say u walk down a street in Bojador at night to the beach and there are kids playing soccer, and u bought some mandarins and bananas before which u are eating.
U can be sure they will ask u to give them.
And who would not give presents to such sweet kids.
ME!
I never give anything to kids, because if 10 other idiots give them pens and chocolate what will happen to the eleventh, e.g. me?
Guess?
They first throw each other at me, then when i am 3 Meters further a stone will hit me.
Small stone, no harm done.
As i am expecting this i know now it is time for a new session of Kinder-Hunting.
I turn around. They stare at me.
I ask who threw the stone. They laugh at me.
I go to them, then they start to run away.

I run behind them, picking the Leader who is usually fastest.
To go after the slowest would be lame, but is an option when i dont wear running shoes...Kinder-Hunting in Flip-Flops is a higher degree of difficulty after all.
After 30 seconds im always near enough so they give up.
Usually they run to their parents if they can, then he usually starts crying.
I make a lot of stonethrowing gestures and the adults try to soften my resolution to kill him, which until now always was sucessful.
Unfortunatley a small plastic shopping bag with bananas will not stand a high speed chase so i lost all my fruit.
When i go back someone out of the group calls fuck u, so i turn again around and most run away... 2 are not, they see the stupidity of this and now just want to talk with me.

Their point of percepcion was changed...before i was just a source of food, later amusement, now i am a human like they are...hopefully the next westerner is not stupid enough to give them anything...but then usually they are...
because who could say no to such sweet kids.

Normalerweise waers ja genug fuer eine story.... Aber ich hab noch eine...Quasi n Doppelpack...
 
Ich hatte keine Lust, von Tan-Tan bis Dakhla 25 Euro zu blechen, also hab ich den weg getrampt.

Nach 2h nehmen mich 3 kranke Typen mit. Der neben mir musste in Layoune staendig das fenster runter lassen und den Frauen erklaeren wie geil er sie findet.
Der 2., der Fahrer,  liebte es mit seinem RAV4 mit 200 km/h ueber die ziemlich ueble Landstrasse zu brettern waehren der neben mir ihn staendig anschrie langsamer zu fahren.
Vom 3. dachte ich erst er sei stumm, aber reden konnte er. Hat er nur nie.
War der einzige normale....

So waren wir nach kurzweiligen 3h in layoune. Dort durch 3 checkpoints, 2 davon direkt hintereinander, und 1 h vor Sonnenuntergang versuchte ich ein Auto nach Bojdur zu bekommen.
Ich bekam eins zum Strand. 2 ebenfalls ziemlich verrueckte Saharaner (sie wollen nicht marokkaner genannt werden, offiziell ist das gebiet hier umstrittene zone) nahmen mich auf ihre Dacia mit.
Ich dachte ja erst die wolln nen 3er mit mir da sie sich die ganze zeit vor mir befummelten und die haende nich voneinander lassen konnten.
Aber dann kamen noch andere, und bewaffnet mit reichlich alkohol, Bier und Kif ging die Party zu arabischer Habibi fernsehmucke mit tanzen los. 
 Jetzt hab ich vom ganzem Sisha rauchen nen dicken Hals....Aber das Kind hab ich trotzdem geschnappt :)
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