The Origo team popped into the bus, and a smaller party started suddenly, details on videa.hu. Xbox switched on, we played, there was music and szatmári plum pálinka. Meanwhile Gyula switched to robotpilot. There was none to navigate for him, therefore we took a wrong exit on the Spanish motorway and we headed towards Madrid. We lost half an hour. Then it turned out that we didn’t get lost, we just took a possible alternative route. GPS explains everything.
It’s really interesting, that in Spain there is an orange field next to every single motorway. I’m sure that the settling exhaust fumes have a very healthy effect on the fruits, moreover, it weights more on the scale. Italians grow grapes next to motorways, heavy metals do such good on the day after!
We entered a small Spanish town, this isn’t the right direction, this time for sure. It was pretty dead at 10 pm on Monday evening. But they were really nice, they helped. And stared. People usually stare at bus number 7, many of them ask what this vehicle is and where we are heading to. Most of the time we encounter the respect deserved only by the mentally ill in their eyes.
After that small Spanish town we find our way back to the motorway. There’s no rest or stop until Almeira. Meanwhile it turns out that today’s stage wasn’t the longest. Yesterday we completed 1050 kms, today only 1007 kms plus the shortcuts, but we are still much behind yesterday’s achievement. And the engine keeps rumbling in my head, and I assume this is going to be like this until we reach Bamako.
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