Carpets, Camels & Beduin-Girls

Hello,

There is this lovley lady on the internets, called Callie, who recently blogged about carpets and old stuff. My old appartment was full of them and most of them where bought by my mother.

If you have loads of cash and are into antiques I think thats what you have to do, but I dont realy know.

When I was younger and we are talking about realy much younger (11 years back = me 16), I backpacked through europe on several summer-holiday-occasions. Also known as Inter-rail.

You buy a train-ticket to "everywhere" known as Interrail ticket. This allows you to take ever train (well not the realy fast ones - but...) for "free". Armed with this, a backpack, clothes, a map, a frying pan (dont ask me and dont laugh) and money I ventured through europe.

Usualy I did what my parents teached me to do, go from cultural site to cultural site and of course, if you sleep 1/3 of the days in some random parks because you couldnt find an afordable youth-hostel, and its in the midst of summer - you start smelling and you start being exhausted.

So somewhere in the middle of spain I decided I would hit the coast and spend 2-3 days relaxing and not torturing my self with more culture. This also was intended to provide me an ability to wash my clothes and dry them. Yup, I only washed them on bathroom sinks and "dried" them IN my backpack (smart, huh?).

For whatever reasons I ended on the sout-coast of spain, where it hit me.

I have NEVER EVER been to another continent and decided this had to change.

I went to gibraltar, bought a ferry ticket and finaly I was in Africa, in Morroco.
It was awsome. Not too diffrent to spain (climate-wise) but there was a hughe friggin bazzar, camels!!! and other wonderfull stuff.

And this is where I met some beduins. They had some inofficial "shops" improvised and eventhough the carpets they sold didnt look to legit and "ancient" as they claimed, I wanted one as a sovenir and gift for my mom.

Sadly - as my trip was coming to an end and I was short on money, it seemed like we wouldnt come to an agreement. I wanted some food and drinks for my last 4 days and my extremly tiring train-ride to vienna and there seemed to be no option, when suddenly that man pointed at my pants. First I was afraid he wanted sex as he pointed at my crotch but I think my reaction and shock was so clear that he waved his pants around.

Anyway, a moment later I was undressing infront of that man and his 4 rather beautiful girls, who giggled and blushed and laughed during the whole process, and some camels that where rather indifferent to my public humiliation.

Anyway, thats my carpetstory.
And if you want to know what happened to the carpet - I fell asleep during my 2 day-trainride (obviously) and someone stole it. :-/