"Even Hano the Carthagenian is supposed to have reconnoited these parts. That was before the destruction of Carthage by the Romans who sailed as far as the Runeni River near South Africa.
They kept their routes secret until some survivors from the catalyst used them to escape. They were under orders from an Admiral called, Harrakuk. After this incident, the maps vanished from the old world view completely and were forgotten for the time being!
With these thoughts I fell happily into a satisfied sleep, with the certainty that the next morning I would find the first opportunity to jump ashore and explore the surrounding area - which I did with my mates.
Phosphate was blown into the holds and we would depart from Safi quicker than we envisaged. We quickly explored the hills of the Atlas - ending at the location we were at with the Sahara desert behind it.
We had our first glimpse of one camel with a hump, we had a bet on and wanted to prove, using a photo, how many humps it had. The picture on the back of a packet of camel cigarretes hadn't been very convincing for some!
We actually found two camels with their drivers ready to enter the interior over the hills, to join a caravan. The fellows posed for us and we placed the biggest disbeliever in the middle - in front of the camel. When the picture was developed the Dane blended in with the hump and we couldn't see it!
After returning to the ship and letting my cousin Irene in Casablanca know I was in Safi, I came across a Morrocan veiled girl in a Chemist shop, she was guarded by two armed guards and a chaperone.
Whilst the guards were outside, I tried on some sunglasses. Looking in the mirror, the girl now dropped her veil - the beauty of this girl was enchanting and also forbidden. We later heard that two other members of our crew had experienced an unpleasant encounter at a mosque when they had tried to enter.
We rushed back to the ship not giving it any more thought and we took a last photo of a Moslem cemetary amongst the roundish gravestones, some were just headstones. I got stung by one of the cactus plants along the borders and this was painful, just like a bee sting.
To be continued ...
They kept their routes secret until some survivors from the catalyst used them to escape. They were under orders from an Admiral called, Harrakuk. After this incident, the maps vanished from the old world view completely and were forgotten for the time being!
With these thoughts I fell happily into a satisfied sleep, with the certainty that the next morning I would find the first opportunity to jump ashore and explore the surrounding area - which I did with my mates.
Phosphate was blown into the holds and we would depart from Safi quicker than we envisaged. We quickly explored the hills of the Atlas - ending at the location we were at with the Sahara desert behind it.
We had our first glimpse of one camel with a hump, we had a bet on and wanted to prove, using a photo, how many humps it had. The picture on the back of a packet of camel cigarretes hadn't been very convincing for some!
We actually found two camels with their drivers ready to enter the interior over the hills, to join a caravan. The fellows posed for us and we placed the biggest disbeliever in the middle - in front of the camel. When the picture was developed the Dane blended in with the hump and we couldn't see it!
After returning to the ship and letting my cousin Irene in Casablanca know I was in Safi, I came across a Morrocan veiled girl in a Chemist shop, she was guarded by two armed guards and a chaperone.
Whilst the guards were outside, I tried on some sunglasses. Looking in the mirror, the girl now dropped her veil - the beauty of this girl was enchanting and also forbidden. We later heard that two other members of our crew had experienced an unpleasant encounter at a mosque when they had tried to enter.
We rushed back to the ship not giving it any more thought and we took a last photo of a Moslem cemetary amongst the roundish gravestones, some were just headstones. I got stung by one of the cactus plants along the borders and this was painful, just like a bee sting.
To be continued ...
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