Bielorus si Lituania, dupa cea mai lunga zi

Dupe ce ziua de traversat republica Bielorus s-a dovedit ca daca vrei aventura, primesti, am ajuns si in Vilnius, Lituania.

Din ultimele zile:

  • am orbecait dupa o granite iluzorie din Ucraina catre Bielorus, dar am avut parte si de-o tura de cativa zeci de Km prin zona de excluziune de la Cernobal 😀
  • era sa ramanem fara benzina, noroc de un satuc uitat de lume dar la care am putut plati cu cardul
  • in Bielorus sistemul bancar era la pamant, tocmai ce au denominat moneda locala – deci in prima zi nu am putut folosi cardurile si am reusit sa gasim un exchange dupa 2 ore
  • am vazut pe GPS “tot inainte” pentru urmatorii peste 100 de Km – si nu eram pe autotstrada
  •  am reusit sa gasim casa de schimb fara sa stim rusa iar localnicii engleza 😀
  • am primit bani de bilet de autobuz, ca sa ajung la casa de schimb – am refuzat, dar a fost foarte faina tanti
  • am ajuns in Minsk dupa 150 de Km de “autostrada”, cu un apus absolut glorios la orizont dar cu un frig de numa-numa
  • respectiva autostrada era cu taxa dar…. n-am gasit casa de bilete 😀
  • am gasit un super hostel chiar in mijlocul Minsk-ului
  • vamesul din Lituania stia putin romaneste, din Iasi
  • la hotel Ibis am mai stat, dar la camping Ibis nu – in Vilnius campingul este de fapt curtea hotelului
  • imediat plecam catre Riga, deci azi mai traversam o granita 😀

Nordkapp 2016, Ziua 5 - Lituania dusi.ro

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Marian

I look like a regular person. I live like a regular person. I even speak like a regular person (sometimes). But my inner core is made from the souls of the past nomads. I wander, I get lost, very often I get sidetracked. But I never stray too far from my nomadic core. It is who I am. I’m always looking to get past borders, limits and “no, you should not”s or “you should”s. I’m always searching, always longing, even though I know there is no end, there is no final answer. But all my quests are taking me closer to my own people: you, the other nomads of this world. And I’m always grateful when I get to meet you. You, the nomads of this world, are the fabric of true life. A shared story, a shared cup of tea or stale piece of bread from last month, a smile or just a simple welcome, a shared dream – this is what travelling is all about for me. Welcome to my world – welcome to my fantasy.

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