Planes, trains, buses, taxis – after more than 70 hours of travelling using all of these modes of transportation, I’m back. Big as hell, twice as ugly, as they say.
November 23rd 2008 – for the first time this year we experience snowstorms in Estonia. Just to get to the bus station after a birthday party of my
Morocco travel buddy turned out to be a survival trip. I had no ears and my head was turning into a ball of ice – that’s what it felt like anyhow and considering I didn’t need a joint for that, it really must have been cold. And that’s BEFORE we got out of Estonia and off to Morocco.
Later that day – after some pointless hours in front of TV and a nice dinner we’re ready to go. The bus from Pärnu, Estonia to Riga, Latvia left at 2am on 24th Nov. Surprisingly enough, independent of the weather, the bus arrived on time and we had around 5 hours to do nothing in the Riga Airport. So we did.
Upon arrival from Riga to Düsseldorf-Weeze, Germany we reached the hell of Ryanair – we were on time again and had to listen to the Ryanair promotional audio clip which was quite annoying (again). They do that every time, considering they are on time over "90%" of the time. Good for them but why do we have to suffer for their success? Well, anyhow…
If you didn’t know then Düsseldorf-Weeze airport is Düsseldorf-Weeze for a reason – in fact it has nothing to do with Düsseldorf...except that in order to actually get to Düsseldorf from Weeze it would take you around one and a half hours of travel time. Or three, in case you’re us. And well, actually at first we didn’t get there at all as the announcement in the train said that there’s some sort of fire in the main station. Who knows, maybe it was a person on fire, maybe a train, maybe it was just an exercise, as once we got there about 3 hours later we didn’t really see anything wrong.
It didn’t take us too long to understand which way we needed to go to get to the places where we wanted to go – the way we would never have chosen ourselves. After we had gone in the wrong direction for couple of times we started taking the opposite directions to what we thought was right – and that worked like a treat, in Germany and later in Morocco. If you’re wrong 100% of the time then by going to the opposite direction you’re 100% right – well, from then on we actually were pretty much 100% right.
Next day, on 25th November, around 7pm we finally arrived in Marrakesh,
Morocco (we thought we’d hitch-hike but then again, it could be difficult to stop a plane so we used our Ryanair reservations instead).
Continued in next post....
