The real gate

I was really surprised about the car. Quite amazed, and legitimately pissed off. An Audi with leather seats?. They said we could go two bikes and two persons in it. But how the hell if the seats won’t even fold. Our friend Narmin, also surprised, called to arrange other means of transportation. But well, we had a car and a driver, so to look for a new one would take more time and surprises. In Spanish we said, is better to have a known enemy that an unknown friend. So the bikes were on the trunk and half way out, the wind had 80 km/h blowing from the north/west and we were sorttering the traffic south. It was not a sand storm, but was definitely quite similar. The sand did not let us see the oil pumps on the middle of the fields. The trunk as a whale opened mouth was swallowing the sand as if it would be plankton.

After 70 km we arrived to the cargo port, our destination, and the bikes were almost ok.

We knew that the boat was not going to leave, the storm was slowly getting worst up to the maximum speed winds at 4 am. What to do? May be they suddenly decide starting loading the boat in the middle of the night to leave early morning. We knew that some ferries were there, the radar said so. We knew the wind was going down in 18 hours, and we knew that some people was already waiting there, and there it was what we exactly expected. On the parking lot and behind of the custom police building other adventures were hidden from the sand and the wind, about 5 more bikes (French, Polish, English, German) and about the same motos with the same nationalities. Some of them were waiting here for the last 4 days.  The parking and the border to exit the country into the sea had not much to see. Some construction containers in the middle of the desert. Most of them empty or simply looked, but the opened ones were useful for us. Small market, a tea bar, some dirty dirty toilets (what do truck drivers eat, I do not know, it looked like plasters of cement), a shower, the ticket office, a 2 m sqr weird bank with a suited guy with glasses  where we had to pay the boat ticket to get later the ticket from the ticket office, and nothing else. Enough to spend some days.

We sheltered to spend the night behind the only real building. There we eat and talk, shared experiences shared tips. At 10 pm we saw the lightning coming from the north west, and I decided to put my tent.

Next morning we played cricket with a piece of wood and my tennis ball until the security guys made us stop.

And then you wait, and then we all waited.

After a long process we finally boarded at 1 am, but the boat dint leave until next day 9 am.

 In the sea the sand and the wind didn’t hide the oil platforms, the ferry navigated around hundreds and hundreds of them.  Where is the caviar then?