Nigeria: FREEDOM Calculated number of wives (continued, part 2) Once we had a chance to dine with a car salesman from Algeria and talk to them about the difference of our cultures. It seems, they have not entirely correct information, since we truly believed that Cairo is the largest city in the world with a population of six million people (in fact, its population is at least twice). They also believed that the majority of Nigerians cannibals (of course, nonsense), that in Algeria the largest company in the world (highly doubt it), and that 70% of Sweden's population - women (this may be only a dream). I tried to tell them how really things are, but they still did not believe me. They are more interested in European social security payments, and how they can get. They were willing to do anything just to get to Europe, despite the fact that they are already living in the city which they call "Marcel North African mosque in Zinder I asked them, these guys:" What is the best country in the world ? "They chorused:" Algeria! "When asked why Algeria is the best country in the world, they replied:" Freedom! "" It must be in their country of government propaganda machine is working like a clock "- I thought. And then our Nigerian friend, smiling, turned to the proud Algerians and gleefully declared: "No, you're wrong! Niger - the freest country in the world. We can have five wives, and in Algeria, only four! "Yeah, if it is not freedom, then what is freedom? Immediately at issue. Algerians quoted the Koran, the Nigerian pointed out the limitations of Algerian society. "Five or four wives," - I thought. - "It turns out, this freedom is not for everyone?" Another failure of the next day we again hit the road. Due to the fact that heavy rains have washed away the dirt roads leading to town Iferuan, we had to make a big loop and get to the nearby mountain range. Tired after an eight-hour crossing under the scorching sun in the back of a pickup we passed a military checkpoint and stopped at a small shop, where we have a little nap. Agadez, the old city we woke up and began to roam the countryside to see where we go next. We were unable to go far before we caught a military officer in civilian clothes. My friend Ailie thought it was a regular pestered, and tried to tough it otshit, but after he took our passports and tighter cost to us, she believed him. It turned out that we did not register in the military upon arrival (this war, of course, did not mention, when we passed through their checkpoint hour ago). In the end, we had to "sacrifice" 5,000 CFA francs (CFAF, the monetary unit and 15 West African countries, the former French colonies, approx. Perevi.) To fund "corrupt military, which raises money for the" desperate need of "soldiers stone desert, the road to Iferuan In fact, the cause of all our misfortune was that we came by themselves. If we were part of a tour group or hire a guide, the problems would have arisen. Paying a bribe, we were forced to hire a local guide before the end of our stay. Gid and his friends were friendly and funny, although not leave us a single step. Imposed on us Guides The next day we met with the Hunchback of Iferuana, seven-year dromedary named Azgay, who along with his master Aghalee took us into the desert. Due to the fact that Aghalee, which in French knew little more words than I have in the language tumashek, our trip took place without unnecessary conversations. The first day we walked along the bed of a partially dried-up river, stopping only to wait out the hottest hours, Aghalee searching for drinking water, and we continued our journey to the dark mountains Tamgak. Aghalee Start material: Completion of material:
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