Day No. 63 - Crash!

...the day actually started quite well, actually.

But as I said, it was a good start. - We were woken up by the sun, the coffee tasted good, then a bit of early morning exercise. So far everyone was fine. Then a phone call with SpaceCamper in Darmstadt. On the one hand, it was sobering, as everything costs money, but on the other hand it was also very positive. You always get the feeling from the guys and especially from the sales manager Markus Liebenau that someone really enjoys their job. Or should I say his vocation? - There are simply too few people out there who really put their heart and soul into sales. - You can tell by the titles on their business cards: sales manager, specialist consultant, key account... Hardly anyone still has salesperson written on them. So why not lighthouse keeper? Incidentally, I met one of these a few days ago at Passadiços do Cabo Sardão. He looked chicer in his uniform and exuded more competence than most consultants. As if customers really believe that it's all about the advice? - You can tell that a good salesperson stands by his product.

You can see that in Markus, for him it's Family. The final sum hurts here too, but you think you're doing the right thing.

Torgit and I traveled to Morocco in 2016. We have many exciting memories of Marrakech in particular. The central market square Djemaa el Fna with its snake charmers, pugilists and its multitude of exotic food stalls will remain in our memories just as much as Jardin Majorelle, a 4,000 square meter botanical garden. The Majorelle blue is just as omnipresent there as its extensive planting of cacti. - Why am I telling you this? Torgit and I are currently discussing alternatives to our originally planned route. On the one hand, because we got to the south quicker than originally thought. Secondly, because we are still hoping for better weather. Would Morocco be the solution? - Since yesterday we have a couple of new Dutch neighbors at the campsite. They want to join up with several other campers and travel to Morocco together. Is that our thing? - We don't know yet. But Morocco would be exciting again. We'll keep an eye on the weather and then see what happens. Do we really want a thousand and one nights? Maybe it will be the Canary Islands? The main thing is sun!

But on the subject of adventure, here are a few camper adventures. One story from our neighbors Gabi and Rainer from Recklinghausen sounds particularly exciting. - Not only are they Portugal experts, they also spent many years on the road in a VW Bulli themselves. - Even a genuine Bulli, a T2 they built themselves. Many years later, their story of an accident in Tito's "old" Yugoslavia, as it was then called, sounds almost comical. After all, the story had already had forty years to mature. - But they certainly didn't find it so amusing back then. After the accident, the van first had to be pulled apart a little, i.e. the crumple zone backwards. During the repair work, which took several days, they moved in with the rural population and a court hearing followed, which probably seemed more like a comedy. - What story would you have to tell without T1, T2, T3, T4 or, as with us, T5?

We set off again to explore the coast by bike and on foot. - Today I show Torgit the house on the cliff above the harbor. Torgit is even excited for a moment when she finds a survey point. That's how the old surveyors are. - Every measuring point is examined with enthusiasm. But then, of course, she asks herself why it is there. Is the house being sold because it is already clear that it will soon be eaten by the sea? The signs on the cliffs are not exactly reassuring. So, as already suspected, nothing will happen with this house and Torgit...

Did I forget to tell you why the day ended with a crash? Then I'd like to make up for it now. - Because I actually wanted to capture some spectacular video footage with the drone. They certainly turned out spectacular too. But you and I will never get to see them. Because after I had everything in the box and just wanted to briefly record the drone flying up over the cliff to film Torgit and me on top, it happened. A downdraft caught the drone just as it was flying over the edge. It hit the cliff in the last few centimeters. Then it crashed. I tried to find a way down, but in the end I had to admit it. No drone in the world is worth ending up lying smashed on the ground next to it. But it still hurt. - Fuck!

Torgit claims that I called her a coward just before she fell. Even if she didn't dare go over the edge. She would have beeped too, nonsense, she whimpered, coward!

Insight of the day: I won't be a waiter or a pilot in this life.