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Tura moto Apuseni - Dusi.ro

Tura moto Apuseni – Dusi.ro

Daca tot am avut parte de-o vreme neasteptat de buna, hopa sus sa testam ultimele modificari la mobra – si mai ales pe noi, ca pana acum nu am apucat o turica mai lunga cu vaca cea noua. Asa ca am sarit repede in echipament (cat mai este din el, revin si pe tema asta cu povesti si detalii cat de curand) si da-i bice. Traseul propus: Cluj-Napoca – Garbau – Vistea – Nadaselu – Romanasi – Zalau – Bodia – Ciucea – Negreni – Bucea – Bulz – Remeti – barajul Dragan – Lunca Visagului – Poieni – Bologa – Sacuieu – Rachitele – Dealu Botii – Balcesti – Belis – Rasca – Dangau Mare – Capusu Mare – Cluj-Napoca. Adica fo’ 8 ore si jumatate pe drum si fo’ 320 Km, adunati. Bafta de vreme aproape ideala, doar putin s-or incruntat norii la noi pe dupa-masa. Trafic spre zero, mai ales avand in vedere traseele mai putin conventionale alese :D.

Traseele sunt de poveste, mare parte cu asfalt bun si foarte bun (si pe alocuri deloc), inguste si cu trafic redus la minim. Traverseaza dealuri, vai, fanete, lunci, doua lacuri de acumulare (Dragan si Belis), cate o sa ici si colo, cu vremea potrivita is genul de drumuri de pe care n-ai iesi cat ii ziua de lunga.

PS – la plecare asta-mica voia sa stie daca traseul include numai astfalt. Dupa ce i-am zis ca “in mare” da, a ales ea varianta de traseu Zalau – Bodia – Ciucea – unde, mai ales pe final, asfaltul este doar o amintire foarte vaga :P.

 

Mai clar, cam asa ne-o fost ziua:

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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