In the vicinity of my tent in the middle of the night lasted regular naparzanka. One thing darlo snout, prychało, fukało and strangely podszczekiwało and the other thing too darlo, so much, the bow and to squealed loud. Apart from the fact, that evil itself is a forestry company came up with a seat and a time for these naparzanki in particular a pity I was the second, because something like that came up, that this bird is in a losing position in relation to something greater advantage of what the snout darlo. And then I thought, .. or maybe it is not a boar and deer? (I am not sure, that it was one or the other, I assumed that deer). And then - and what would I like to do, as if the boar sensed and wanted to get to my lunches which it deposited it in the vestibule?
Willy-nilly odmotałam from my night opatuleń, She opened the slider atrium and dry rations eagerly moved inside the tent.
But doubts have not stopped.
No bo co, if this sucker will sense that my bread and wants to get to him? You can come to him to head, to the tent stab snout?
To be sure also moved into the rest of the lunches or a can of tuna and soup Chinese. I wondered for a moment on shoes, but I figured, they are not edible. Maybe it was a false assumption.
This silly or stupid thinking, perhaps I was not scared, but I laugh too much or not I was, and somehow I did not find the answer to this question, for that in the meantime the battle moved further away and after a while the voices fell silent. And what is true of the battle already in any of the next night I did not hear, but I did not know that Slovakia and Hungary is the habitat of forest and ungulates dziobatych. What night, I swear every night something around my tent snorts and fuka and the like barks. Pohukują owls. At night it is boring and so much.
Slovakia passed over 3 days of driving and one in the tent, because it was raining. What to do in a tent as hoppers? About 14tej fell with low battery beloved reader. In his stomach growled.. provisioning somehow I was not, burying the pouch and here - oh yeah, yes! Lentil! Camouflaged on a rainy day. Time black was possibly not, but wet so I put the seeds into the garage, after adding dried Thai chilli and Thai curry and soup came rosołka, that lick your fingers. It pays to carry a little bit in the saddlebags. And in the evening I turned on each movie, and in the morning no longer raining and I could go.
No major interaction with people. Even at times fear – so fear because a lot of the Roma in Slovakia, who do not smile watching closely nos.. I flitted through villages rather quickly.
Hungary!! Four days were going and nothing - only puszta. I bare desert, It does not have anything to hang eye. And the rain! things have not been as dry as everything soaked - Anne often little fondly recalled Hungary.
They drove to Hungary thought to myself - about, it can not be that bad. that's, even Tokaj. Here you are how charming. I've always wanted to see around Tokaj and Eger. Places, which is famous for its vineyards are my assumption pleasing to the eye, wheels and palate. Mild, sunlit hills, cud, honey, raspberry and golden nectar of the gods. Even in a vineyard on the honor slept.
It lasted a long Hungarian week, what is learned kissing handle bank closed, because 23 October is a national holiday - Republic Day, commemorating the Hungarian uprising 1956 year. I passed the empty streets of small towns, where even the dog did not want to bark. I was driving along the Tisza, and the landscape every day became a carbon copy of the previous day.
Flat. Fields and meadows. Wetmeadows, or just puszta. Looking for a place to stay, dry place and nothing – rozbebłane mud and standing water. For this after dark, late at night when fields run tractors, as if fighting for every inch of plowed land. What can you plow plowed tomorrow today! The land is fertile, black and thick, certainly well-born. Sunflowers. That's what they were even two months ago, now sadly abandoned faded and graying head lowered to the ground. Indian summer wraps the saddlebags, they still take off with your clothes.
Birds. Long keys of birds circling over your head every day. They depart taking leftovers years.
In the morning at the tent stand gallons of water, cover tarpaulin tent from the inside and the outside. I've never wiped such quantities! Mornings are so saturated with moisture, I give for a win and I'm not looking to dry the tent. Fortunately days are still sunny – I spread it out to dry in the sun during the day - 15 minutes and is suchutki.
Tisza.. Tiszafured, Tiszalök, Tisza-something .. even the names of cities and towns do not differ from each other and their name resembled the silence (Tisza, the Hungarian name of the river Tisza).
Naked. Surprisingly, I'd say this, ale tak - naked! Silence I never get bored, and here - bang! In Hungary I got bored. And so it was not - I'm not saying anything but, it's boring country, if only I had more time I would choose next time you drive through part of the northern and eastern, hilly.
It is cold. You have to correct many of their summery - Asian habits and frills.
Ot such a simple rule for how washing, in particular the cleaning head. I have a whim, I like to have washed hair. Although the die under a cap or hat makes me well, as though they are clean or almost clean. I can wash every day, every two days, three are already absolute maximum. In Asia, in particular the South-Eastern thing was so simple - any gas station or another pub. Privy is always a hole in the ground and a container of water. Within a minute a man undresses, pours water, Lather or naszampania and after crying - comes as newborn, and even a T-shirt in the meantime stopping. Half an hour is enough, therefore
How many times already today Mylasa? He asked with a sneer Chirag, when you were crossing together Laos.
Be quiet, 3 minutes and longer, You did not wait too long to fire fejsbuka - I answered truthfully. I repeated the action when I could, ot - for zrowotnosti, wellbeing, because I'm sweating like a pig piggy.
A teraz, Mr., and sequences. Well, because as a temperature a few degrees with a wet head to go? In order to immediately catch a cold? And that these toilets.. what it really is? Such Statoil, for example, or another Orlen. Do you want to man wash, and here sneezes - tap so low fixed, the head is not podstawisz. And that pochlapiesz the sterile tiled, tear yourself you will make.. Eh, wish to talk.
But at least the hot water tap is. In Japan, for example - for there hot water in the tap was Refer to shop! I drove the whole country when suddenly, using the toilet in Wakkanai - the northernmost town in Hokkaido where there were degrees 13 .. I do not, tap flying hot water! I immediately formed in my head covered with dirty hair clever screenplay .. I wait until no one will.. and hastily rach-snip wash head, have bent the hood and then sit yourself with an hour in the station waiting room warm it dries frieze me.
Thoughts become deed and przepuściwszy cord off the train, which arrived I went to the toilet and started operation. After maybe 3 minutes, I stood so fully soaped his head on one of the faucets to toilets rolled into the cordon ladies. So eye of two coaches, which I saw the corner of his eye covered with foam.
This flip-flops as, They stood in line for cabs pretending, that absolutely can not see anything and I had to continue oblucje, because I was only in the middle of the process. In addition to flushing waiting for me after all, even the application of nutrients.
My hair does not rozczeszą without conditioner.
When one October morning I saw through the window the snow, that fell in southern Poland felt, as if I dropped on my head all the snow cap and punched in the crown.
Hello! It's not meant to be! Polish and European gold autumn was supposed to be and not something wet toto!
I fell into a slight panic and depression. White is not my favorite autumn color. And certainly it is not a color at low-cost long bike trip.
Still I am watching the weather forecast at home and in Warsaw. Most often it around 5 degrees difference and sun. Perhaps the Adriatic and other seas will be more.. maybe even 10? Yep, it would be wonderful. Czuma breath on his neck winters and test their endurance limits. These have rather have achieved. This is not a slow journey Not For Speed, This waka time and winter, which I feel breath on his neck.
Let farther south. Towards the heat and sun. May sooner.
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