I come to Ghazaouet by ferry from Almeria, Spain. It is morning 8.00am i reach to port. This is a small town.
I came to Ghazaouet by ferry from Almeria. It was morning 8 am I reached to port it is a small town. I need to change some money so I was trying to find out a place. On the road I met a French guy who helped me change 10 euro and I got 14 000 DR. On the road I met one French couple who are also travelling by bicycle. Firstly I was join with them, at last I left them because often people would like to talk with me and stopping from the back. For this reason I said them goodbye and told maybe we will meet again. On the road I met an Algerian person, He is living 15 km far from Ghazaouet, on the way to Oran, he offered me for a lunch to his home and welcomed me. It was very pleasure to meet him and his family. His mother head was covered by hidjab. She is a very traditional woman. Although she can not speak English, but it was nice feeling to somehow talk with her. She prepared a very nice lunch, couscous and shorba and we watched in TV Indian channel. Then I said goodbye to them and continued towards Oran. All day I ride bicycle and outside is going to dark, so I decided to stop close to a village. I saw the mountain as a small village called Remchi. I walked till there and met three guys on the road. I asked them if they speak English or not. And also I asked them if I can stay somewhere tonight where I can put my tent. So they also don’t know where I can put my tent. After I met lot of people who are the villagers I felt very happy. Someone is pulling my cycle, someone’s ringing my bell of the cycle, hundred of questions but I can not communicate because I don’t know Algerian languages. I was very hungry, so I want to buy some food. I went to shop, that shop keeper was talking with me English. His name was Mohammed. When I want to give money, he didn’t take money at all. Then he said some arabic word that i could not understand, but it seems to me that it means that it is an offering in their culture.
I met a guy, his name is Ossama. He was very friendly with me, people told him to take me to police station where I need a police clearance. So Ossama and his 4-5 friends accompanied me to the police station. He felt that I am so tired so he hold my cycle and pull it till police station. I can not say anything because they are so much careful and caring me, although I thought it is little bit strange, but at last I come to police station where I met all policemen who are very friendly, they were singing Indian song, they would like to entertainment with me. There I first knew in seventies there was an Indian film called “Jane tu”, That song is very famous in all Algeria and super hit. So all men are called Jane tu in that time and all girls are called Mane na. It was a great entertainment by a policeman and police also gave me 1000 drahm. Although I don’t want to take this money, but he was a very strong men, this policeman, so ultimately I took this money. Ossamas friends Musa and Rabia they told me they will offer a couch in their house so I can stay with them tonight. Very simple and friendly person, they took me in their house. Then Musa introduced me with his mother, eldest brother and two sisters. Then we said goodbye to them and we slept.
It was a nice breakfast all of us, Musa and Rabia accompanied me with their bicycles. I had some bicycle problem, so we came to one bicycle shop where Musa and Rabia fixed my bicycle, then we visited Remchi village by bicycle, then i continued to Oran. On the road i was missing this family very much although I spent very little time with them but they became so close to me as a family. So i identify relative like a connections in this world although two days before i didn’t know them. .