Dear English-speaking readers, this page is an automatic Google translation from a post originally written in French. My apologies for the strange sentences and the funny mistakes that could gave been generated during the process. If you can read French, the original and correct version can be found here PetitesBullesdAilleurs.fr
Night bus ride to Mersing without history, even if my neighbor has a tendency to overflow from his seat and spread over mine ...
Fortunately, he goes down at the wee hours of the night in a big city that I have not identified, with a lot of other passengers, so that I find myself with two seats for myself alone. There, I fall asleep for good and no longer see the miles scroll.
At the beginning of the trip, during a stop in a boui-boui, I was able to glimpse, on an old rotten TV, one end of the final. The score was already 1-1 ... The rest, we know it!
When I opened my eyes, it was daytime, the bus was stopped on a parking lot in front of the mouth of a river and we were only two passengers. Mersing. Finally.
The following was easy. A charming lady in a green scarf approached me to get a ticket from his agency, for the first time speed boat of the day. It suited me well, except that I had to change money at all costs before.
At that moment, it is 7:15 and the boat is supposed to leave at the half. Never mind, the lady calls the captain of the said speed boat so that he does not leave without me, and her husband takes me in his car to take me to the nearest Chinese jeweler.
Again, excellent exchange rate. The deal done, the guy takes me back to the pier and I get together with twenty other people, a majority of Asian tourists and some Westerners, in the boat.