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    Day 1.324 – Kundera & Pissing In Washbasins (UK)

    Casablanca -> Rabat
    Distance (km) : 92
    Time on bike : 5h 16m
    Brutto time: 07.55 – 16.00
    Avg : 17.4 km/h
    Max.speed: 31.8
    Total (km) : 58.117
    Altitude: 15 m
    Difficulty: 3½

    This is how I like it!

    Palm-lined promenade in Mohammedia, Morocco.

    I get punished twice today. 1. Bad headwinds. 2. Ugly industrial suburbia north of Casablanca.

    With the strong headwinds howling and with a mind that (today) just wanna get going, it’s really hard for me to keep the motivation on my side, the frustration on the other.

    Palm-lined promenade in Mohammedia, Morocco.

    Yes, the above palm-lined shots look kind of pretty, but they say nothing about the fucking headwinds! Or the constant attention (the stupid kind, if there ever was one) from onlookers, passers-by, everyone. I try to ignore everything and everybody, by just looking ahead of me, on the white stripe on the asphalt, but I hate myself for being such a prick, for being so openly rude and rejecting, so arrogant. I don’t quite recognize myself this way, but it’s my way of surviving mentally, a protective shield.

    The other side of life...

    Rabat city walls (and the Koga).

    I make it to the capital, though. From one metropole to another. Feels great. And my pink room even has a washbasin that – as long as I’m accomodating room #2 – has a dual function as a normal washbasin and as a urinal (Mr. Kundera wasn’t right: it’s not only doctors who piss in the sink). Solo traveling has certain kinds of freedoms…

    My hotel in Rabat (aka The Pink Hotel)...

    Rabat market...

    Rabat market...

    A Wonderland.

    Rabat Skyline...

    Rabat city walls.

    Dig in!


    Please note, kids. Pissing in the sink is wrong. Don’t try it at home. People (incl. your mom and dad) might find it disgusting. It is disgusting. Your friends will mock you when they find out. And they will as kids always do. It will only the start of your personal going astray. You won’t succeed in life. Don’t do it!

    In the pink room. Rabat, November 2009.

    On this day..

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    4 Responses to “Day 1.324 – Kundera & Pissing In Washbasins (UK)”

    1. Sam Says:

      Hej Fjumse!

      Sidste billede vækker minder og giver associationer til Kho Phangan år 2000…;0)

      Nyd Europa (og “snart” DK)

      KH
      Sam

    2. Nicolai Says:

      Sam, jeg er ikke helt med. Er det dén med at “jeg har lukket, låst og sikret ALT, Sam, bare rolig”, er det elefanterne eller noget helt andet, jeg har svedet ud i mellemtiden? Hjælp!

    3. Sam Says:

      Nej!, du er slet ikke på rette vej, kære brormand. Det er dit overskæg, jeg tænker på. Minder mig om det, som jeg selv havde “plantet” på bådturen til Kho Phangan. Giver det mening?

      KH, Sam

    4. Nicolai Says:

      Argh, nu dæmrer det, ja. Jeg var i mellemtiden blevet overbevist om, at det var The Swedish Pornstar, du tænkte, med de pink vægge… 😉

      N

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