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Welcome to Africa, Tangier and Medina

This is post 3 of 6 in the series “Morocco Roadtrip”

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  1. Roadtrip to Morocco
  2. First leg on the road trip – from Copenhagen to Alicante
  3. Welcome to Africa, Tangier and Medina
  4. The last days in Morocco, the Hercules cave, Casabarata and a Hammam
  5. Making it home for christmas – no, wait. Making it to Madrid for New Years!
  6. What is a Hammam and why I decided to try one?

First night in Tangier

At around 20:00 (8pm) we arrived at Tangier port. With a beatiful view to the oldest part of the town, Medina, and the walls surrounding it, we entered Africa. Immediately we were approached by a seemingly friendly guy that wanted to show us around and help us find a hostel or a place to stay. The prizes he quoted seemed reasonable compared to what we could find on the internet but as we didn’t want to book the first the best thing we got offered, we decided to say no. He then offered us to buy some hash instead which we also politely refused.

We walked for about 5 mins out of the harbor (about 5 guys asked us if we wanted a taxi) before another guy told us not to go the direction we were heading because it was dangerous. We decided to follow his advice and go another way. He followed us and started talking to us and of course he wanted to show us a hotel he knew (very good price – best price and good beds) – this guy, however, didn’t stop following us until we gave him some money. It turned out that this was neither the first nor the last time that “helpful” locals offered us their help. Later that evening after we had found a hostel we walked around the town for a bit and a guy offered to help us. A “no” and “please leave” didn’t deter him and after we told him more and more sternly to leave (and gave him some money) he left us with a “Fuck you!” as his last words. We then had a tea and pondered upon our recent experience.

For another hour we walked around Medina and looked at the people and the surroundings. This place is like taken directly out of a James Bond movie with extremely narrow streets and odd buildings. People hanging on every street corner and small shops selling all kinds of things and trinkets. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before and something worth experiencing! It was very easy to get lost and we did so too a couple of times which resulted in us ending up in dead ends of various more or less illuminated alleys. Despite dark dead end alleys it all seemed safe though.

I could see James bond jumping between this buildings, chasing a perp
I could see James bond jumping between these buildings, chasing a perp

Second day in Tangier

We had a delicious breakfast at the hostel and ventured out. People kept approaching us to help but we got better at saying no right away. Telling them we knew what we wanted and where we were going helped, politeness and no thank you didn’t. We walked around and outside Medina to see if we could rent a scooter but with no luck.

Instead we got to see alot of the town and some nice views over the Mediterranean Sea and we found a local watering hole with a very (genuinely) friendly bartender who talked to us and explained things while we had a beer. He also kept bringing us tapas of various kinds, until we were completely full – for free! He was indeed very friendly and made me restore faith in people not wanting something for their help 🙂

We also had Flag and Stork beer
We had a local beer called Casablanca

He also told us where to get a Shisha and surprisingly we found the place about 10 mins away very easily.

The tea was very sweet!
Shisha and Tea

I am now back in the hostel and it was actually a very nice day. Tomorrow we plan on going to see Chefchaouen up in the nearby mountains which is apparently a very nice place with excellent views!

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  • Russian cities and trains

    This is post 5 of 11 in the series “Trans-Siberian Railroad”

    1. Pre-trip preparations!
    2. Waking up in Warsaw!
    3. Warsaw, vodka and visas
    4. Hello Moscow – good to see you again!
    5. Russian cities and trains
    6. Banya in Yekaterinburg
    7. The second leg of the train ride: Yekaterinburg -> Irkutsk
    8. Irkutsk – Near the great Lake Baikal
    9. The last leg of the train ride. Irkutsk -> Ulan-Bataar
    10. Mongolia – 2 day tour!
    11. The end of the trip – our last night in Ulan-bataar

    Well, where to begin! The last time i wrote was 4 days ago and as you might know by now. We don’t sit still!

    The day in Moscow (25th july) went fast – we saw alot of monuments, took a free walking tour, ate some russian food, met some other tourists and even decided to meet up with one of them in Irkutsk as he (a german) also arrived when we did.

    two of the nice people we met. Philip and Anke. There was also a german called mirko
    two of the nice people we met. Philip and Anke. There was also a nice german called mirko

    There is one thing i would like to mention from Moscow though – we visited the oldest banya (bath house) in Moscow and it was great!

    From the outside it looks like a restaurant and it even says pectorah (restaurant) on the outside… which is kinda true. You then go in and people in towels are walking around. We were met by an english speaking russian who told us about the classes of the bath from highest to lowest and we opted for middle (1800 rubles each). When we got in, I for one was quite surprised. It actuallyt was a restaurant! We got a seat each and we were assigned a waiter. Everybody could order food and drinks and all kinds of massages and leaf treatments and whatnot. All while sitting naked in your towel. You then interrupt your food to go in the sauna to warm up and then go straight into some colder pools (20c) to cool down. Go back to the restaurant part, eat, drink, repeat.

    We spent an hour there as we were in a hurry and quickly decided to try this again! Inside I believe that russian mob gangsters and rich businessmen were doing business. There were private cabins and lots of servers – even on second class. Finally we also bought a hat.. mostly as a souvenir but everyone wore one inside.

    casual sightseeing
    casual sightseeing
    casual sightseeing
    casual sightseeing

    At 00:35 we boarded train 100 to Vladivostock!

    in front of the sign saying "moscow staying" displaying train 100 going across the country
    in front of the sign saying “moscow station” displaying train 100 going across the country to vladivostock

    We were riding third class. which meant 60 people crammed in small space. We knew nothing and noone spoke English. It was great! There is loads to speak of here, even though nothing really happened. Except for the evening where we met some crazy russians that gave us food and vodka in full excess. Read more about this  on my travel companions travel diary:

    http://www.mobilytrip.com/journals/92xzPJ8yK9FBhKEvjpVqpGSs9

    Let me instead just show you some pictures we snapped:

    russians, food and vodka
    russians, food and vodka
    me and the restaurant staff
    me and the restaurant staff
    at one of the "stations" with everybody outside and babushkas selling stuff
    at one of the “stations” with everybody outside and babushkas selling stuff
    train living
    train living

     

    the toilet
    the toilet
    the samovar. always containing hot water
    the samovar. always containing hot water

     

    view from the train
    view from the train
    more crazy russians. this guy on the right was in the army fighting in ukraine. I borrowed his hat
    more crazy russians. this guy on the right was in the army fighting in ukraine. I borrowed his hat
    sign at the station in moscow (it says 100 - vladivostock)
    sign at the station in moscow (it says 100 – vladivostock)
    the train in moscow
    the train in moscow

    Well there you have it. A picture explains more than a thousand words! 🙂

    We met some russians on the train. They were all going from moscow (where they live) on the trans-siberian railroad to several russian cities and the first of them being yekaterinburg. At the same time as us 🙂

    First arriving in Yekaterinburg it was a very weird feeling. Dear reader i don’t know if you’ve tried to be in a city where you understand nothing and know nothing and noone speaks your language. It’s a strange yet somehow appealing feeling. You find yourself out of your comfort zone and you succumb to basic communication. Pointing and general miming. We read from our guide book that the station is about 2km from the city centre and also that a hostel named Omnomnom was  a good place to go. We also had a map of the city centre.

    We went to a tram/bus station and quickly discovered that a map or a plan of the public transportation was nowhere to be found – let alone in english and decided to go with plan b. Find a nice looking babushka and point at the map saying your best russian “lenina” (for lenina street). Luckily she understood us and helped us get on the right tram. Things went smooth from there and with the help of our map and a couple of friendly strangers we found our hostel AND it wasnt booked! Although well hidden in a residential complex. We then dropped our bags and started wandering the city.

    A side note is that they where 3 women working on the tram: 1 to drive, 1 to speak in the loudspeaker system and 1 to sell you tickets… and the tickets were about half a euro a pop. I can’t believe they get paid very well with such cheap tickets and 3 people working just one tram but thats another story.

    With us wandering the city of yekaterinburg (more detailed descriptions in my travel companions before  mentioned travel log) we noticed a few things. For example: they have starCUPS not bucks – although the logos look similar

    stracups?
    stracups?

    And had some coffee at a great place called travellers coffee

    funny sign
    funny sign

    We saw some race thing that was going on in town that day:

    race show in yekaterinburg
    race show in yekaterinburg

    We also tried to go to something called “the amazing maze” but never managed to do so and generally looked at signs all day trying to read russian.

    This all took maybe half the day (until 6 pm).

    At 6pm we ran into the russians i talked about earlier that we met on the train. Two sisters and their boyfriends 🙂 They were going to see some “tent rocks” in a forrest somewhere and we decided to join. When we got there the rocks were nice and we snapped some pictures (well I didn’t as my phone was dead). We then continued deeper into the forrest by a huge lake where alot of partying were going on since it was offical navy celebration day. After that we went to a bar called Ben Halls pub which had live music and loots of pretty people – especially the girls:) All in all a very plesant evening with the russians. We enjoyed their company very much and hope it didn’t feel like we leeched in on their party 🙂

    The next day i slept for like 10 hours and at the time of this writing we dont know what to do for the rest of the day – but a good bet is to go with one of the other russians staying here to another banya (bathroom) outside town. This time with local help to tell us what you’re supposed to do 🙂

    4 days crammed into one post. I could easily spend 4 times as much. For example I haven’t told you about the soviet demonstration that met us in yekateringburg or the hostel and the people living there who apparently likes to sing 🙂

    Tomorrow morning begins the longest leg of our journey. 54 hours on the train from Yekaterinburg to Irkutsk.

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    What is a Hammam and why I decided to try one?

    This is post 6 of 6 in the series “Morocco Roadtrip”

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    1. Roadtrip to Morocco
    2. First leg on the road trip – from Copenhagen to Alicante
    3. Welcome to Africa, Tangier and Medina
    4. The last days in Morocco, the Hercules cave, Casabarata and a Hammam
    5. Making it home for christmas – no, wait. Making it to Madrid for New Years!
    6. What is a Hammam and why I decided to try one?

    Introduction – What is a Hammam?

    A Hammam (Turkish: hamam, Arabic الحمام, ḥammām) is a type of bathhouse. The basic purpose of a Hammam is to clean you up although it also highly focused on relaxation and comfort, including massages, full body scrubs and general socializing.

    The more touristy versions are more expensive, have staff hired to take care of you, are generally more private, and function much more as a modern spa while the public ones are cheaper and there is very little staff – the visitors help each other. It’s the public type me and my friend Nikolaj visited on a visit to Tangier in Morocco.

    Hammans can be found in several countries around the Mediterranean and have roots back to the Roman Tradition. There are many variations of this type of bathhouse and they can be found in countries such as Turkey (also known as Turkish bath), Egypt, Cyprus and Syria. One of the main differences between the Victorian Turkish Bath and the Islamic Hammam found in countries such as Morocco, is the water and air – in Turkey it’s dry air and the bather will typically plunge into a cold pool while in Morocco the air will be steamy and there will be no pool but instead cold water is poured on you (using buckets or the like).

    So how did we get the idea of visiting a Hammam? Anyone that have read the Trans Siberian Railroad series here on this blog will know that my travel companion Nikolaj and I are quite the bathhouse lovers. In Russia they were called Banya’s and if you want to know their particular style, I’ve described one such Banya here. Obviously we wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to visit another bathhouse; although different, most likely just as pleasant. At the same time this post serves as encouragement anyone reading this to go and find the nearest Hammam and just get into it – it’s fantastic.

    Bayt Alice hostel
    View over Tangier from our rooftop terrace at the hostel

     

    How to prepare and what to expect when going to a public Hammam

    Going to a hotel Hammam or similar tourist/private Hammam is easy. Just bring your bathing clothes and some money – the rest is taken care of. Going to a public Hammam requires a small bit of preparation but is still quite manageable.

    First problem is to find a local bathhouse and in our case we asked the hostess at our hostel where to go. Besides being convenient it also serves as atleast somewhat of a guarantee that we are not being cheated – she told us what prices to expect and where to go. In Russia we even had a local guy go with us – he overheard us talking about the Banya with the hostess and offered to join. Another opportunity would be to consult the internet which, however, typically has the (dis)advantage of taking you to the larger mainstream bathhouses.

    You need a towel and bathing clothes. The locals typically have a body scrub glove, some soap and whatever they need to wash themselves. You can buy that at a market or usually you can just borrow it when you get there.

    When inside you go through these phases

    • Change of clothes, payment to the front desk.
    • Warm room with warm water to get used to the heat. Here you do initial washing
    • Hot room with fairly hot water. You wash down completely in here
    • Cold room. This is where you finish before you exit
    • Change of clothes, tip any local staff that helped you
    The tiles usually indicate an entrance
    An entrance to a Hammam. It is typically recognizable by the colored (blue/green) and white tiles.

    When you get there you have to make sure that it’s time for the men to use the Hammam. Under no circumstances do men and women bath at the same time, so if the front desk guy starts yelling at you when you walk in – it’s probably because you are there at the wrong time. I suggest you say sorry, look confused and point at the watch. With any luck he won’t get mad but instead manage to communicate to you when to come back.

    When inside the Hammam

    When inside, pay the man, and start changing clothes. Remember: NO full frontal nudity under any circumstances, so cover yourself up with a towel. When done, grab your towel (and scrub glove/soap whatever you have with you). We didn’t have anything but a towel and a local guy (staff) there helped us point to where to go and what to do so don’t worry if you are feeling confused 🙂

    When we got in he washed the floor in a corner and pointed at it – he also filled a couple of buckets with warm water. We were supposed to sit down on the clean spot and do some initial washing. We used the buckets and washed ourselves (no soap as we didn’t have any) – without wasting too much water! Water can be sparse in Morocco so be mindful of not splashing around too much. After a while another guy came in and did the same. He asked us (without using words as we didn’t understand him) to wash him and Nikolaj used the locals own soap and body scrub glove to wash him down. In these Hammam’s it’s common to help each other and it is no way a sexual thing. It’s simply practical. Some people also ask or give massages. Don’t be surprised if they ask for you to return the favor or return the favor themselves.

    This Hammam was small and few people were here, so the warm room and the hot room was the same. As we entered, the room wasn’t that hot but he turned up the heat and after a while buckets of steaming hot water was ready – slowly turning the warm room into a very hot room. An adjacent room that started out as a cold room became warm and late arrivals used that room as a warm room.

    Warm room of the Hammam
    In the beginning those buckets contained warm water, later it was hot

    After a while the local staff guy that initially helped us in the beginning came back and, without word, started washing Nikolaj. With a confused look, I observed the ritual but when he was done with Nikolaj he started washing me down too. He scrubbed my back and front and soaped me in and then finally he rinsed off the soap using the buckets of water.

    Hammam back bodyscrub
    Getting bodyscrubbed on the back using a special bodyscrub glove

     

    Hammam wellness
    And the front…
    Hammam rinse
    Finally a rinse

    When we were done our skins softer than they have been for a long long time and we changed into our normal clothes. The guy that washed us, made it very clear that we should tip him and so we did. We tipped 100 dirham between the two of us but I believe that is too much. None the less, about $9 for two full scrubs is not bad.

    In conclusion: do it!

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    Making it home for christmas – no, wait. Making it to Madrid for New Years!

    This is post 5 of 6 in the series “Morocco Roadtrip”

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    1. Roadtrip to Morocco
    2. First leg on the road trip – from Copenhagen to Alicante
    3. Welcome to Africa, Tangier and Medina
    4. The last days in Morocco, the Hercules cave, Casabarata and a Hammam
    5. Making it home for christmas – no, wait. Making it to Madrid for New Years!
    6. What is a Hammam and why I decided to try one?

    The evening before (December 30.) we had decided to make it to Madrid for New years eve which meant we had to catch an “early” 11am ferry from Tangier. On a sunny day, around 10:55, three sweaty white guys graciously boarded the ferry across the Mediterranean to Tarifa – we just barely made it! Except we were in Africa and the ferry was on african time. 45 minutes delayed on a 45 minute sail meant that a little over 1½ hours later + 1 hour because of time zone differences we were  reunited with our car in Spain.

    Driving all day since the drive was a little longer than anticipated, we arrived at Sungate One Hostel right in the middle of Madrid around 9pm. Immediately we were offered free food and the smiles of about 30 other people celebrating new years eve. We dropped our stuff, took a shower and immediately joined. The evening went as New Years evenings do although one peculiar thing is worth mentioning. In Spain, apparently, they all eat 12 grapes – one for each month of the year. When the clock strikes midnight and for every strike after, you eat a grape. That’s 12 grapes in 12 seconds. Interesting tradition and nobody seemed to be able to do it – the strikes were too fast and there were too many people to even hear them.

    New years eve in Madrid
    My friend Uran is wearing his suit and Fes (the hat) aswell as holding the grapes

    We decided to stay in Madrid all of January the 1st to do some quick sightseeing and start our journey home well rested the 2nd. We saw the egyptian Temple of Debod which was given as a gift from the Egyptians as gratitude for the help Spain had given in providing the preservation of other Egyptian temples such as the Abu Simbel Temple. Personally, I don’t understand how you can just “move” a temple. If it’s built again then, that’s kind of cheating isn’t it? Is it just the same rocks put together using modern cranes etc, or do they actually build it the same way? In either case I’ve never understood the concept of moving old buildings like that even if I’ve seen it numerous times before. And that’s even before mentioning the practicalities of it all – even with modern tools it’s quite the puzzle to make all the bricks go together the right way and would probably be impossible without some kind of mending to them.

    Temple of Debod
    Temple of Debod

    We also saw the Royal Palace of Madrid. It is an astonishing piece of work and very visually pleasing. As a fun fact, it’s 135000 m^2. That’s right. That’s 3,418 rooms!!! The palace was built and extended over several hundred years . It’s so large that the current royal family doesn’t live in it. They live in the more modest Palacio de la Zarzuela.

    Royal palace of Madrid seen from away
    Royal palace of Madrid seen from away
    Royal palace of Madrid seen from the front
    Royal palace of Madrid seen from the front

    The morning of January 2nd we started driving home non-stop and around 14:00 (2pm) the next day we made it home.

    • We took the backroads in Spain to avoid road tolls and to enjoy the amazing landscape.
    • We rushed over France and the shitty french drivers who don’t know how to keep right. Although one thing to notice is that we passed through Paris and saw the Eiffel Tower while driving by!
    • Belgium was as empty as on the way out. No cars. Long straight very lit roads with a ghoulish yellow light. Easy to drive but it’s not an interesting trip
    • When we hit Holland the lights of Belgium stopped. It was pitchblack and the street signs vanished. Roadworks and poor signing made Holland very hard to drive in, if only for 100km.
    • Back in Germany and the autobahn it was smooth sailing if only at slower speeds due to night, snow, hail and rain.

    The total trip was 6666km’s. It’s the most intense road tripping I’ve done so far and I’ve driven from Troy, New York to Las vegas and back over thanksgiving.

    The night of the 2nd I slept for 13 hours. I was tired. It was a good trip.

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    The last days in Morocco, the Hercules cave, Casabarata and a Hammam

    This is post 4 of 6 in the series “Morocco Roadtrip”

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    1. Roadtrip to Morocco
    2. First leg on the road trip – from Copenhagen to Alicante
    3. Welcome to Africa, Tangier and Medina
    4. The last days in Morocco, the Hercules cave, Casabarata and a Hammam
    5. Making it home for christmas – no, wait. Making it to Madrid for New Years!
    6. What is a Hammam and why I decided to try one?

    Daytrip out of Tangier, Morocco

    We got up in the morning and prepared for the day which involved going to a cave near the coast that apparently Hercules had slept in, the big market in Tangier called the casabarata where you “could get anything you wanted” and finally the local hammam (Moroccan bathhouse). Originally we had planned to go to Chefschaouen today but seeing as we got up too late we reasoned that a 2h drive each way would be too much.

    The Hercules cave and a note about the croissant scale

    We first had another lovely breakfast at the hostel with pancakes and freshly pressed orange juice, took a shower and headed out into the Medina. Some of the peddlers from the previous days recognized us and went “hey, danemaark!” but otherwise mostly left us alone. We then proceeded to grab a taxi and the price was a cool 100 dirham (about 9EUR) for the 30 min drive to the cave. Of course when we got there he wanted 50 more dirham because he took “the scenic route”. Sure. Have your 50 dirham my friend 🙂 50 dirham comes up to about 4,5EUR (1,5EUR for each of us). The cave wasn’t all that spectacular – it was a nice cave but to me it was way too artificial. Lots of lights and paved ground – I didn’t really get the feeling of being where Hercules had slept. Atleast it was free.

    It's a straight drop down!
    The cave wasn’t spectacular but the outside view was

    The croissant scale

    While on the topic of money we tried to get an idea of how much we were being ripped off. 50 MAD (Morrocan dirham) isn’t much to us but it is to a local. We saw vastly varying prices for things we would consider of equal value. One of the first things we bought was a croissant and it was only 2MAD. Using that as future reference we created something called the croissant scale. With the croissant scale in mind, the 50 extra MAD we gave him sums up to 25 croissants! We also created a tea scale which seemed to mostly correlate with the croissant scale – 6-8 MAD for a cup of tea is within reason. Of course sometimes we paid up towards 15 MAD for a tea which completely shattered the croissant scale!

    Food ran to about 40 MAD for a meal and 25 MAD for shawarma styled fastfood. It seems croissants are cheap but since we got bread with everything we ordered (for free) I guess it’s just bakery goods (and tea) that come cheap.

    Casabarata

    As previously mentioned, Casabarata is a market in Tangier. The first thing we experienced was a local warning us to not show our money (which we did when we paid the taxi).The second was a bunch of dead chickens on the ground – except they weren’t dead which became apparent when one of them moved. Besides giving us a bit of a scare it also became obvious that animal welfare wasn’t a big thing here. These chickens were just lying on the ground, alive and bound. That’s one way to keep them fresh.

    Live chickens
    These chickens were alive

    We walked around a bit more and found a nice little shop that sold Djellabas, a local type of clothes that the locals wear. It’s like a robe and instantly gives associations to Star Wars – either the Jedis or the sand scavengers(Jawas) combing Tatooine for droids. We each bought one which cleaned us out and with no money a market is less interesting so we soon headed home

    Inside the Medina
    On the rooftop of our hostel. I’m wearing a Djellaba, a type of robe the locals wear

    Hammam – Moroccan style bathouse

    I was traveling with two other friends and one of them, Nikolaj, was also the one i took the Trans Siberian Railroad with 1,5 years ago. We made it a thing to try the russian bathhouses (Banya) everywhere we went and why not continue that tradition in Morocco. Here they are called Hammams and are very different.

    I’ve gone into detail Here but for now it suffices to say that I have never had such a soft skin and felt so clean as i did after this gem of an experience. Also, the fact that we didn’t speak the local languages (arabic, french or even spanish) didn’t make the experience any less exotic!

    Getting bodyscrubbed using a special bodyscrub glove
    Getting bodyscrubbed using a special bodyscrub glove

    Conclusion on Morocco

    This was the last evening in Morocco and the next morning we had decided to leave early to be able to make it to Madrid for new years eve.

    All in all Africa has treated us well. The onslaught of peddlers that hit you when you first arrive can be very annoying to say the least but as you get settled in and have been there for a while you start to learn how to deal with them and you can start enjoying all the positive things that Tangier (and the rest of Africa) has to offer. As described to us by a local bartender, this is white Africa, and when you cross the Sahara you get into black Africa which is vastly different. Can’t wait to try that out someday!

    A beautiful sunny day in Morocco
    A beautiful sunny day in Morocco
    The Djellaba was actually too warm!
    All my bags are packed and we are ready to go. I’m wearing my Djellaba – mostly because it didn’t fit in my bag
  • Weekend trip to Singapore

    This is post 3 of 7 in the series “Working in Malaysia”

    1. First day in Penang, Malaysia
    2. Settling in – To work in Penang
    3. Weekend trip to Singapore
    4. Wrapping up life in Penang
    5. Beach hopping in Phuket, Thailand…
    6. Thailand – Ko phi phi & Krabi
    7. 12m cliffjump in Phi Phi Laguna, Thailand

    Howdy folks, here’s another update – This time from Singapore.

    The 17. july marks the end of the 9th month of the Islamic Calendar also known of Ramadan where muslims across the world have been fasting from sunup to sundown. This leads to a festival called eid al-fitr which celebrates breaking fast. At my factory this leads to 3 days off (thursday, friday, monday) which gave me the chance to go on an extended weekendtrip and I chose Singapore since my friend Marilyn lives there and I haven’t seen her since San Francisco 2011.

    I touched down in Changi Airport, Singapore in the evening around 5pm where Marilyn picked me up in the airport and we went straight to a market at Paya Lebar where I had a delicious Ramly Chicken burger and some thai coconut icecream. We walked around for a while in the extremely crowded market and I bought a white traditional malaysian shirt. Marilyn bought some dresses for her friends in Switzerland.

    IMG_20150716_191951                          Thai coconut icecream

     

    We then went home to Marilyns place where I was going to sleep for the next couple of nights. I took a shower and then we had to get moving. We were meeting some of her friends for “supper” around midnight. Supper is something practiced in both Malaysia and Singapore (and probably more places) and is basically just eating late at night. I’ve found where Danes meet for a casual beer, Singaporeans meet for some casual food. Food is cheap, beer is not. In Denmark it’s the other way around. The Ramly chicken burger and the coconut ice cream I hadn’t tried before but it was fairly close to “western” food – what they ordered for me here though; Not what my tastebuds are used to! 🙂

    Chili sting ray served on a banana leaf, mixed vegetables in oyster sauce, frog legs in porridge and with a brown sauce i couldnt put my finger on and oyster omelet. With that I had jelly lemon ice tea and chinese ice tea. Needless to say, all of it, ALL of it was new to me. So yeah… welcome to Singapore! 🙂

    The chili stingray was good and spicy. I could eat that again. Fish and chili spices, why not? The mixed vegetables in oyster sauce was good – very garlicky. The frog legs in porridge… hmmm, well… Frog legs taste like a mix between fish and chicken… add that to porridge and you definitely have a weird combination i’ve never had before (let alone porridge with any type of meat). Add the brown sauce and you have giant mindf*** of a foodexplosion that I was NOT prepared for. I ate a couple of legs and most of the soup/sauce/porridge but then had to give up. The oyster omelet gave me a weird sensation in my mouth and it only took the first mouthful of oyster to leave that dish alone 🙂

    Chili Sting ray
    Chili Sting ray
    Frog legs up close
    Frog legs up close
    Frog legs and Porridge
    Frog legs and Porridge

    So. We went home to sleep around 2am and that was the first evening in Singapore.

    Friday we woke up late and decided to do traditional Singapore sightseeing. But first we tried the fabled Durians that everyone talk about. This was the Pahang type as they are apparently quite different. Now, Durians are a chapter by themselves and I won’t go into too much details but they are a pineapple sized fruit with a very hard and pointy exterior and they have a very strong smell. Put this together with a very strong taste it leaves you with a fruit that you either love or hate. If you hate it, you can’t avoid the smelll anywhere so you get to really hate it 🙂 On the other, if you love it – it’s a great fruit to have readily available. Me? I like the smell but the taste is… not acquired yet. I think I can learn to like them and its not like the taste is that bad but I just need to try them a few more times before I’m ready to fully indulge.

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    Durians Durians Durians
    Durians Durians Durians

    The sightseeing involved seeing the Merlion:
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merlion

    It’s called so because it’s a mix between a mermaid buddy with a lions head. Very pretty 🙂 Since it started raining everybody left and we got some good pictures.

    Merlion + ackward pose
    Merlion + ackward pose
    Marina Bay Sands in the background
    Marina Bay Sands in the background
    Merlion
    Merlion
    Merlion
    Merlion

    In the evening we went up the Marina Bay Sands hotel that you can see in the pictures on 57th floor. Up there I met up with 2 other long lost friends, David and Grace whom I both met back in Karlsruhe, Germany back in 08. Crazy to meet in Singapore of all places. Grace is indonesian living in Singapore and David is an aussie visiting Singapore for a unicycle hockey tournament.

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    From left: David, Grace, Marilyn, Me
    The view from Ce La Vie
    The view from Ce La Vie

     

    Saturday we woke up and got even more food, and we went to the mall to get me some swimshorts and walked around for a bit. Saw Arab street in Singapore and just did some walking around.

    Street art near Arab Street
    Street art near Arab Street

    Later we met up with a bunch of Marilyns friends and Grace at a birthday party which involved many good things such as poledancing and auctions (of men unfortunately) for charity. I also went up into the even higher rooftop bar called Altitude which is on 67th floor making it the worlds highest al fresco bar (open air rooftop bar). Marilyn got us on the guestlist, so we skipped the line and the entrance fee. It felt good 🙂

    Marilyn and me and the top of Altitude
    Marilyn and me and the top of Altitude
    Grace and Me at the top of Altitude
    Grace and Me at the top of Altitude
    View from Altitude
    View from Altitude

    I could proably write another 10 pages just about Singapore, involving things as duckrice, starbucks and Singapore in general but I’ll just sum it up with this

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    Sunday I left Singapore after a very long weekend with so many new things tried 🙂

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    First leg on the road trip – from Copenhagen to Alicante

    This is post 2 of 6 in the series “Morocco Roadtrip”

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    1. Roadtrip to Morocco
    2. First leg on the road trip – from Copenhagen to Alicante
    3. Welcome to Africa, Tangier and Medina
    4. The last days in Morocco, the Hercules cave, Casabarata and a Hammam
    5. Making it home for christmas – no, wait. Making it to Madrid for New Years!
    6. What is a Hammam and why I decided to try one?

    We started directly from after our respective Christmas lunches with our families. Said goodbye to our parents and to all the people that told us this was a bad idea and why didn’t we just fly?

    At 20:30 (8.30pm) we had made it across the ferry to Germany. I took the first leg and before we knew it, going 180km/t on the German autobahn, we had made it to Liege, Belgium. The gas mileage dropped from 18km/L to about 12km/l but the average speed was above 150km/t according to the car computer.

    Belgium had some of the most empty roads I’ve ever seen. Not a car going the opposite direction for up towards 10 mins and lots of empty parking lots. Didn’t see a rest stop or a gas station either for several 100 kms but luckily we had enough gas. At 04:30 (am) we hit Luxembourg and had a local waffle and beer (Bofferding beer) and I went to bed on the back seat.

    They were delicious
    Waffles and Beer at a rest stop in Luxembourg

    When I woke up about 9 hours later we were on the border to spain. We had passed France while I slept and from the sporadic conversations I had heard from the front seat, French drivers are really bad drivers. Mileage was now up to 18km/l due to the more moderate average speed of 120km/t

    I took over driving again and 8 hours later at 22:00 (10pm) we checked in to a hostel in Alicante, Spain.

    In Alicante, we had the most awesome tapas and beer and Sangria. All tapas was 90 eurocents and all beers were 30 cents. The waiters were running around with beer and tapas of various kinds, chicken, squid, anchovies, ham, sausages etc. and whenever you wanted some you just grabbed it from the plate. In the end they counted the empty glasses and the empty plates to get the final bill. Such a simply concept and such brilliant food for so little money. Why can’t we have this in Denmark!?

    To sum up : in about 24 hours we had driven 2800km non-stop across 6 countries and had made it from the north of Europe to the Mediterranean Sea. Only about 6 hours driving and a ferry from Tarifa to Tangier and we are in Africa!

    At a rest stop in France
    In France they are very zealous about signs. I think I understand that this is the wrong way

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