Unfortunately, the night wasn't as great as the deserted site suggested. At 2 a.m. the boys, we estimate between 12 and 16, started to drive past our camper on their loud motorbikes. Often honking their horns. The same everywhere - where engine noise and youthful hormones come together, there is noise, troublemaking and recklessness.
Long honks and loud rattling woke us up at some point. When we finally looked out of the window, the boys were laughing out loud and rode off on the back wheel.
Great. Now we're awake. What do we do? Stay in bed and wait for the next uncontrolled testosterone ripple? Nah, we're not in the mood for that. And as we always go to bed in the evening in such a way that we can leave at any time (i.e. washing up done, everything stowed away and clothes ready for immediate departure - that's probably a quirk of free-standing campers), we quickly get into our driver's seats and leave the site. We already know where we're going: to the island of Naz.
We park here next to a pile of tents and sleep like marmots. Until the sun wakes us up. It does this very skilfully every time: it warms up our Felix and little by little he starts to crack. Then the panelling or skylight seems to creak open. Our sun alarm clock.
A lovely family is already waiting for us outside with tea and breakfast. Not that we had planned it, I'm still standing there a bit dazed with my coffee cup and they're already handing us tea and a fried egg wrapped in flatbread. Fine, we'll have breakfast with the family then.
A little later, it's low tide, we can walk over to Naz Island. We're not completely alone, the holidays have started here and hundreds (or thousands?) of people walk over just to look at a few old ruins. Or to ride camels for four or so, torture donkeys (sorry, the animals always hurt me so much) and ride quad bikes through the sand. We order a really good espresso at Café Roma, watch the hustle and bustle and drive on a little later. To our favourite spot, the turtle beach.
Here we are visited by two young men who invite us into their hostel and treat us to Turkish-Kurdish music, singing and a typical local mixture of coffee, tea and cardamom. They call it Karak. A really cosy, quiet and musical evening with wonderful people brings this day in Qeshm to a close.
Merci for "travelling with us
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