Byatangajwe: 01.02.2020
This morning once again the proof: I am the absolute dyslexic when it comes to orientation. Wanted to find the dentist from yesterday. Result: desperate, I trudge back to the bus. Burki is almost losing it, but graciously accompanies me. Actually, the way was really easy. Brave, I sent him back to the bus while I sat in the waiting room. Plastic chairs, broken glass table, but a screen and nice wall color. But that's all unimportant. The main thing is that the dentist sticks that thing in properly. I didn't hear anyone scream 😱 just normal drilling sounds. The fact is the inlay is in, glue still neatly on the tooth, and hopefully the position is right.
We continued towards Agadir. About 60 km before, we found a parking space, but there was too much hustle and bustle. A Swiss couple also arrived, and we decided to drive together to another place. It's really nice here. Two local teenagers make small talk, mainly with Burki. Thanks to Google Translator, it works well. Questions like where do you live? Do you have children? Where are they?! What was your profession? Just plain interest in us.
We often laugh in between 😂 very pleasant.
You're probably wondering who I had a speed dating with. Could have imagined a better partner than the police. The date cost us 15 euros. Proudly, the police officer showed me with his laser gun that I was driving 12 kilometers per hour over the speed limit. But okay, it was in front of a school, so that makes sense. We will stay here for another day. We want to exchange information with the Swiss. They have been in Morocco since September and their car could be Rudi's relative.