4 sachara

7:00. alarm tells us it's already light outside. we're on the road again. 'a quick stop for lunch and charging phone. no time for sights in small towns - it's a long way to sachara. after 8 hours driving we're in Merzuha - the place we're promissed to find the dessert. here it is - we see the dunes. 'a dosen people on the street trys to stop us and probably suggest a place to sleep. some even chase us with small motoebikes. we don't give up. we're our. no people, so we drive off the road to the dunes. after few minutes of photosession there's a boy on the bicycle, suggesting to 'trade'. ok i suggest trading his found stone to a t-shirt. no - he asks for two. so young and already so enterprener. no, 2 t-shirts is all i've got, so Nerijus gives 20 dirhams for nothing and he cycles away. we drive further. one more vilage. road's finnishes, but we find a post and decide to send our cards. one more Berber outside the car. at first i just want to say we're writing cards and don't need any help, but somehow we start talking. we're interested in driving into desert. he suggests showing former Dakar route to the dunes. he promises it will be possible to make like 30 kilomters with our car. we doubt about braking the car but after long discussion finally we agree. following 'berber gps' we go on gravel, sand stones. meet some trucks bringing stones. Said also works digging and looking for expensive rocks so he knows every truck driver. then there's a jeep. a guy with pistol on his belt starts talking to our guide. no problem, we can go further. that was military - we're close to Algeria's border. in another 'village' we meet some kid. we drive him to the place we're promised to get a sleeping place and shower. on the way we meet his older brother on a bike going to bring some bread. he sits in the car and the kid cycles for bread instead of him. it's already dark. we arrive to a house in the middle of nowhere. it's long and narrow house made of mood surrounded by mood wall fence. they treat us tea and as we say we like sitting at the fire they suggest going to dessert where are some men looking after camels. we agree and while walking in a black-dark dessert remember movie Turistas :). no, everything's ok. we find there men at the fire. they treat us camel milk and just baked under the fire bread with some special souce. they like our chease and chewing gum. we show our pictures from the trip and play some Lithuanian music from a cell phone. but they don't seem to be too interested. unfortunatelly they don't speak english so we have only one interpreter, who calls us japanese when we ask if we can take a picture :)
i don't know how, but we find a way back to house in darkness. it seems to be quite modern. they even have sun cell battery, so there's light. they use economuc bulbs and shows us the only place where mobile connection works. now we're in a tent made of camel wool. tomorrow we are promised to get hot shower and breakfast. of cause for 'a good price' :)
it's 2:49, so goodnight

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3 morning high in the mountains

it's morning high in the mountains where the roads already finnishes in some Berber vilage. we find a kid who promises to show a waterfall for 20dirhams. he guides us through the houses, narrow paths, and here we are. don't wanna see anything else? no, 20 will be enough for you. if you don't like to be cheated, you have to start doing that yourself: we follow the creek, find the hidden path, climb the mountain, and uolia - find several other waterfalls. the path begins to dissapear, mountains become dangerously steap, it starts to rain, so we decide to head back. anyway we're wet, so we decide to bathe under waterfall. yes, water is damn cold. but worth it. on the way back we find tourists walking up and lots of locals selling stuff. after half an hour bargaining i buy a gasol lamp for three times smaller price than in the beginning. it is handmade out of stone..

back to the car. must head to Quarzazare. at the car, we find out that we have to pay for parking for some guy who just wonders around cars so we just give the money and hit the road again. it's getting dark. clouds, wet road and hard turning wheel makes it difficult to drive. anyway we decide to reach Quarzazare, where every place we stop a car, we are met by locals trying to suggest us something. we start ignoring and driving away. not the best feeling in a stranger town at night. ok, we need to get our of here. we're out of town following our gps to a lake where we find some camper cars. we'll be safe here. some snacks and soon we're sleeping.

1 flights and first night in Marrakesh

1 flights and first night in Marrakesh

15:00. we meet in my dorm. time for me to start packing. two trausers,
two t-shirts, second pair of shoes, jacket, lightweight sleeping bag -
that should be enough for two weeks. everything else we can buy.
dad drives us to airport. thew - it's already working. they managed to
clean snow during night.
cheers in the airport's pub and we're taking off for one of those
crazy adventures.
ah, Frankfurt Hahn is also full of snow, but no cancells. we have 12h
for our next flight. a big sandwich. need a place to chill. airport
info lies to us that there's no small village close, but we don't
believe, put all the clothes we have and go to explore.
jipii! after 0,5h walking towards lights we find a cossy viladge.
there is an Irish Pub. Giedrius thinks they are really Irish, I say
it's pribsbly only such a brand. but after a few beers we happen to
chat to the owner of the pub. she's really Irish. german love imigant.
it seems it's a pub where pilots come to have some beer before
flights :). we have an interesting talk, some foosball, leave a record
on a flag and head back for the airport. a few hours naping, and we're
on the second flight. we're on the cloud 'carper', full moon's
shining. morning sun, gibraltar - I can't fall asleep.
jej! it's 18C in Marrakesh. imigration girl doesn't understand we
still don't know where we gona sleep tonight.
palm, cactuses, sour oranges on the trees. it's a heaven for us after
a -25C winter back in LT.
airport isn't remote. we decide walking to the center. first thing
attracting our attention is a crazy trafic. we figure out that main
rules are to make noise and give a way if that doesn't help.
lots of flowers. no trash. it seems to be very clean and green.
supermarket. as everything seems to be cheap, our bag fills very
quickly.
some local fresh bread, sausages, cucumbers and juice. that's our
dinner.
then a call to Jamal - a guy we found on coutchsurfing and we're
heading to his home in a poor district. everything seems so different.
so that's how some people really live in Marrakesh. a room without
beds. strange friends. good references on Jamal's profile on
coutchsurfing doesn't help us to feel confident. we leave our food we
bought, take our other stuff with us, and with a help of Jamal's
friend, head back to the main square to meet with Fernando and other
Spanish friends from Erasmus exchange times in Alborg.
the square is crazy. everybody is going somewhere. there are full of
performers, do everything seems to be as a huge noisy mess. and you
have to be careful for scooters coming out of nowhere. I start
filming. a guy from cobra performer runs to me and start demanding for
money. I start walking away. he follows. I drop some dirhams, he asks
for more, but I start walking more quickly and we dissapear in the
crowd. later we learned that the best way to avoid them is ignoring.
so every time some girl suggests to buy tissue or guy offers taxi,
hashish or viagra we just pretend we don't hear and they walk away.
a walk in a huge market. back to their hostel for Fernando's girfriend
who was feeling tired after working night shift. some kebab in the
street. some local food back in the square and we head back to Jamal's
place. it's open. Jamal is absent as well as the food and drink we
left. we learn that it's coming some ppl from his viladge to stay.
that's too much. we're in a taxi back to the city center. hostel for
60MAD each and we're in a room without windows, but comfortable iron
beds. that's everything we need.
now it's already a morning, Giedrius and Nerijus are still sleeping. i
don't have what to do so i'm writing this blog. i guess it's gonna be
a long day in Marrakesh full of new experiences.

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