Bielorus si Lituania, dupa cea mai lunga zi

by Marian · Published 06/07/2016 · Updated 04/11/2018

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 😀

Tags: benzina Bielorus camping Cernobal Lituania Minsk moto Ucraina Vilnius

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.