We woke up at 7.30AM and it’s still cold and dark. The Szatmári healing drink helps. We have to pay attention to the amount, as it’s gonna be hot in a couple of hours and it’s really dodgy wandering in the desert still drunk from pálinka. Something is wrong with the watertank, the liquid coming out of it is brown. Not if anyone would be in a mood for a shower in 0 degrees Celsius.
The sun comes out and we figure that we’re somewhere on the moon. We’re 150 km from yesterday’s finish and another 720 today ahead of us. It’s gonna be tough.
The Moroccans stare at the bus. Many policemen comes to greet us and ask who we are. Many teenagers take photos of us with their mobiles, and it’s really weird, as theoretically WE are the tourists.
The terrain is the same as yesterday. Heath, hills, mountains, sometimes 1-2 villages or smaller towns. Slowly-slowly we enter the real moonscape. Because of the bad roads we can only go a 40-45 kmph average. Gyula and Soma doesn’t dare to risk a breakdown in the middle of nowhere. Tuti would push it, but sometime he does oush it, if Gyula is asleep. He is not worried about the bad roads, he says that Thököly is much worse between Keleti and Bosnyák. But actually the mechanic is there in half an hour there. Because of our speed yesterday we did 23 hours on the bus, we slept on the way, and we stopped only for 3 hours. The atmosphere is ok, but because of the noise the constant shouting among each other is the standard. We stop for a picnic, but none shoots at us.
We reach the mountain pass, the Ikarus struggles with the slope, but the brakes hold on. We passed at 1700 metres. Gyula said that with a bendy but this is suicide. We told him that the route won’t be like A7 between Passau and Kiel in a brand new Mercedes. By now he starts to guess what he signed up for. But he pushes it hard. His new nickname is Gyulacell, after the alkaline.
We get the news from home that a radio station says we are lost. We had lunch, and we’re crazy slow, but we haven’t been lost yet. I assume. Dust is everywhere. Tuti sneezed and I thought the roof collapsed and all that dust is coming from there. A mountain pass again. By now we’re used to it. We tell Gyula to go back and come back again for the pictures. We can’t convince him.
Some racing cars overtake us, heading into the stone desert. As the tohers tell me we passed a stone desert ourselves as well. Hooray!
It’s dark again, and it cools down rapidly. We’re approx. 200 kms from Tata. If everything goes well we’ll be there around 11-12pm. It will be good to see the others after 2 days again. Hopefully I’ll be able to upload the material today. I have some really good pictures as well.
The sun comes out and we figure that we’re somewhere on the moon. We’re 150 km from yesterday’s finish and another 720 today ahead of us. It’s gonna be tough.
The Moroccans stare at the bus. Many policemen comes to greet us and ask who we are. Many teenagers take photos of us with their mobiles, and it’s really weird, as theoretically WE are the tourists.
The terrain is the same as yesterday. Heath, hills, mountains, sometimes 1-2 villages or smaller towns. Slowly-slowly we enter the real moonscape. Because of the bad roads we can only go a 40-45 kmph average. Gyula and Soma doesn’t dare to risk a breakdown in the middle of nowhere. Tuti would push it, but sometime he does oush it, if Gyula is asleep. He is not worried about the bad roads, he says that Thököly is much worse between Keleti and Bosnyák. But actually the mechanic is there in half an hour there. Because of our speed yesterday we did 23 hours on the bus, we slept on the way, and we stopped only for 3 hours. The atmosphere is ok, but because of the noise the constant shouting among each other is the standard. We stop for a picnic, but none shoots at us.
We reach the mountain pass, the Ikarus struggles with the slope, but the brakes hold on. We passed at 1700 metres. Gyula said that with a bendy but this is suicide. We told him that the route won’t be like A7 between Passau and Kiel in a brand new Mercedes. By now he starts to guess what he signed up for. But he pushes it hard. His new nickname is Gyulacell, after the alkaline.
We get the news from home that a radio station says we are lost. We had lunch, and we’re crazy slow, but we haven’t been lost yet. I assume. Dust is everywhere. Tuti sneezed and I thought the roof collapsed and all that dust is coming from there. A mountain pass again. By now we’re used to it. We tell Gyula to go back and come back again for the pictures. We can’t convince him.
Some racing cars overtake us, heading into the stone desert. As the tohers tell me we passed a stone desert ourselves as well. Hooray!
It’s dark again, and it cools down rapidly. We’re approx. 200 kms from Tata. If everything goes well we’ll be there around 11-12pm. It will be good to see the others after 2 days again. Hopefully I’ll be able to upload the material today. I have some really good pictures as well.
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