Defination of uncomfortable : justin with a ...
Trip Start Jun 01, 2002
74Trip End Sep 11, 2007
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Justin with a servere case of Morrocan Belly (diahorrea). This has been traced back to, way too many litres of Fresh Orange juice watered down with Morrocan ice cubes...
Defination of "Are you crazy" :
Justin and friends on a 12 hour car journey heading east of Marrakesh.... having to stop many times for 'emergency toilet breaks'
Defination of "You may aswell stick a nuke bomb up your arse"
Justin and UK friends organising a 2 day camel trek to the Sararah, whilst still suffering Morrocan Belly....
Yes you read right, I would like to start this jounal entry by thanking my new and much required sponsor 'Glaxo Wellcome - makers of Imodium'. The moral of this story is that too much of a good thing usually ends up in a painful ending - hence the orange juice saga.
The last couple of days I have been feeling a little bit under the weather and have found two great companions. Yes 'Miss Imodium' and Mr 'Squat Toilet' we have all been sharing some valuable time together..too much if you ask me. But with this minor set back it has not stopped me from continuing with the Morrocan adventures.
This adventure is suitable titled "Let's hire a car and drive for 12 hours seeing some of the countryside on the wrong side of the frick'n road"!!!
With my two Morrocan and translatting buddies (Asis and Abdual) and with the additional accompanment of two lovely Englanders (yes they exisist) ,Will and Daisy and a trustte old Australian we head off in search of putting our funds together and hiring a car for the day. Easier said then done. After visiting a number of car rental places in search of a car that would hold 5 people and have air conditioning our price range was still sitting at about 650-700 (140 AUD). As you would expect a little conman convinces us to visit his friends business to get a..... and I quote 'Good Price'. So after about an 1 hour or so of asking questions of rental car type we walk out there with a Hyandi Accent (1 model up from the Excel) still frick'n tiny and still paying 650 but happy with our purchase for tomorrows adventure.
Now let me set the scence as we inspect the car that has been delivered - 1 hyandi Accent, damaged right front (all panels), smashed front light, no radio or cassette player working (discovered after we bought crap Arabic Tapes to groove along too on the way) and no pertrol. As for the scene around us; 230,000 cars and mopads with their horns screaming all at once. I look at my newly aquired friends and laugh "You really want us to drive in this environment?" - of course we laugh stupidly together...
So up at 6am and on the road by 7am, 3 in the back and 2 in the front. Comfortable but not as comfortable as the old Family Wagon I had (which has finally been sold thanks to my wonderful parents!!!) but off we set. Each hour or so we stop for a refreshment break. Or in otherwords an opportunity for me to run somewhere with my legs crossed (cafe or bush) to empty the contents of my bowels out (sorry bad vision)..... you take the good and the bad with me here.. The driving was great fun, left hand drive and driving on the right hand side of the road was an exciting experience especially when I lapsed concentration for a moment and put our green machine on the wrong side of the road...... the passangers were a little frieghtend.... but we were safe!! And the horn as much hornage as any road rage driver would want.!!
Headed up towards a huge dam (Benimalli) with the mountains in the background, very beutiful but a little hazy. Then through very steep roads down the mountains to Odgazi Falls ( I think that was the name). Again not as amazing as Vic Falls but very beautiful and opportunity to splash some very needed water on our faces and backs from the pentrating sun. Had some lunch.... correction the others had lunch I went off to find Mr Squat Toilet and pay a man 1 Dhirms to use his facilities...
From there headed a further 60km or so to Infirni, which contained a feature they call a 'Natural Bridge'. Not knowing what to expect,I was very pleased to see a piece of natural wonder. What this really was, was a normal bridge road on top but underneath a cave like setting of stalitic (is that what it is called/spelt) and limestone walls. Quite amazing actually to look at, so after some hoping around the rocks and playing geologist we were back on the road again in the comforts on the Air Conditioning going flatstick.
All in all the day ran into some 500km of Morrocan crap roads and some 12 hours of driving without music, which lead into the 3 most dangerous conversations Sex, Politics and Religion all in a mixture of French, Engish and Arabic..... and an odd joke here or there.
All in all is good, very hungry but survivng on bannanas and coke at the moment (they are the two things which seem to stay in at the moment). Internet is really slow so have an opportunity to spin some more shit for a little while.
As for grand final day I am very happy to ANNOUNCE that my plane tickets have been changed so I can get there 24 hours before the bounce. This is very depressing when you have to tell the airline chick that you want to leave an amazing country (Jordan) a day earlier to watch 2 hours of sport of men wearing tight shorts and drink copiuos amounts of alchol and act like an absoulte dickhead for the next 12 hours after the game....the worst bit is that the chances of my team being in there are quite unlikely... go pies!!! But that is what has to be done.. and is done!!
Hope all is well and will defianlty update you on the camel adventures if I make it away from my great friend Mr Squat.
P.S Going to try and upload a couple of random photos.... hope they work this time