On Tuesday morning we woke up in the harbour of Almeira in the bus. There wasn’t too cold in the back, although a white wine would have been just int he perfect temperature to serve.
In the morning we got a lovely piece of news from our mobil internet provider, that our roaming bill since we left 3 days ago is 312 000 HUF (approx. 900 GBP). I have no clue how we didi t, I posted only twice. According to Aravind, he used the internet a lot, but he didn’t download anything, neither watched porn, so he doesn’t understand either. As for now, we can’t pay it. We’d like to ask everyone in here who has good connections at T, the pink provider to help us get our mobile internet back!
Gyula and Soma fixed the bus. There’s a lot of problem with it, according to Soma the whole machine is rottening and leaking. We managed to fix the watertank, and filled 50 litres of water in it with mineral water bolltes. It feels like school camps back in the day. We make coffe with soda water, cause we run out of normal water in Austria and Attila bought only soda water. Interesting…
I wanted to send a mail at 2pm from an internet café, but the guy said he goes and eat, and it’s no point coming back before 5. I like it, I think. I would make a really good Andalusian. I’m arrogant and big headed, and quick tempered, I can eat a lot and I can be under alcohol effect all day without getting drunk. I can sleep anytime for any long, and I don’t mind if for all of this the bill is on the rich Northerns.
We installed the sunroof and the music system in the afternoon. Everyone came up to have a look at our bus. It looked pretty serious int he harbour of Almeira among the approx. 50 vehicles. The sun was shining, finally we didn’t froze to dead in the bus.
Meanwhile, Aravind told me to keep an eye on the bus while Bela and Gyula are fixing it, and they go and buy some alcohol in the town. Max. 1 hour he said. Of course it became 3, but I wasn’t bored, as I had a pálinka with each visitor. People liked me. In the harbour slowly-slowly Moroccans gathered. Many Maroccans work in Spain for ridiculous amount of money, in ridiculous circumstances. Sometimes a Spanish officer comes to show his authority for them. Officers try to tease us as well, but we send them away.
Meanwhile the officer from the harbour patrol came to us as well, he said we had 2 mins to check in, the ferry is leaving. Attila and Aravind are nowhere. Tickets nowhere. Every participating car is already lined up. Gyula and Sora are nervous. A recall my memory, and it says we’re not leaving with the 11pm ferry to Nador, instead we take the 12am to Melilla. The harbour officer keeps running. Finally the town team arrives, 2 hours late. They are lucky that they brought a whole ham, chorizzo and sausage. we tell the running officer that we’ll wait another hour. Internet is impossible fro today. After the case the first big argument takes place. We should discuss who does what. Someone needs to be at the bus all times who knows what’s happening. The all went on for an hour. We needed something like this, we started to behave like a pile of collapsing potato stock. After some difficulties we managed to get ont he ferry, looking for our cabins and sleeping. There was a big storm apparently, but I didn’t hear anything, I was sleeping.
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