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Im travelling around the world, working as i go, living life as much as i can, enjoying everything thing and everyone i encounter. Along the way I capture these moments of fun and beauty and like to share these with whoever is watching.

Archive: May, 2009



You’re off and you’re on

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

Sat in the loo in Bratislava. We’ve come here for lunch, so we can say that we’ve been to the slovak republik!
It’s grey and rainy, and we’re all stupidly tired.
Time for Vienna, and I’m super excited because ben and harry are there :)

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Dodgy

Sunday, May 31st, 2009

We’ve been to a memorial park of soviet statues.
We’ve been to thermal bathes, done somersaults, swum as far as we could underwater, been whirled around, had super wrinkly feet and hands.
Eaten too much throughout the country.
Met old friends.
Parties some more.
Woken up feeling bad.

So now I want to get away, escape this wonderful place, a place I will surely come back to.

I love Budapest!

Urg erh

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

We have harry. He’s cool. We’re in Budapest, we love this place. We’ve parties, it’s great here. We’ve met new people, they’re fun. Now we’re getting ready to go out, see some soviet momentos.

Dreamy

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

As I wander along lake balaton at this early hour I dream about what I can make of the future. What I want to do with my time. Where I wish to spend my life. Many questions which have never really filled my mind, but these days they begin to creep in, and become relevent to my being.
So we managed to get out of Romania into Hungary without problem. The new insurance documents should be on their way right now.
Later today we will be collecting a guy called harry, a mate of Ian’s. Neither courtney, alex or I have met him. So it will be cool to have a new personality joining our trip, and interesting as to how the group is altered by his joining.
We’re camped on the edge of Siófok, on lake balaton, south west of Budapest. It’s nice, but the place is dead. The season begins tomorrow, big parties, big dj’s and presumably lots of people. But for now just grey clouds, wind, rain, empty beaches, closed bars, hordes of construction workers and the peaceful nature here by the lake.

Refusal

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Monday courtney had her first drive. So it’s cool, she’s a bit jerky in first, but now we all get to drive a little less.
And she got us to bucarest.
So now it’s almost June, and we had some difficulty finding a hostel. From fully booked, to shut down, to plain abandoned, finally just as the sun was setting, we found a nice pension.
A local meal and few beers in town and we were done for the day.
Romania isn’t anywhere so crazy as I remember from when I was a kid. I can’t judge bucarest based upon a few beers on a Monday night, but friendly people, cheap food, drink and accomodation along with a pinch of character make it a cook destination.
So early rise yeasterday, Tuesday, a I take to the driving seat, destination Belgrade. We’ve heard great things from other travellers.
After an hour on the nice highway, we veer off towards criova. I was following a navy passat, and suddenly a young police lady pull both of us over. At first it seemed that she was pulling over several cars as a routine check. But she came over to my window and said, well I hadve no idea because I don’t speak Romanian. So I ask if as speaks English, and unfortunately she says yes. No doubt my faces slumps. So supposedly I was clocked doing 93kmh in a town, 50kmh limit. What with her pulling so many more people over, writing tickets, we wait for a long 20 minutes. All the while she has my documents, and the car documents, and I’m a little worried about the possibly outcome. But she comes over with a report, and asks me if I have any objections. What can I say but “no”. So she tells me to write ‘I have no objections’ gets me to sign and she says “I am nice, no?” so I tell her she is lovely. And we are free once more.
2 hours of driving through the interesting Romanian countryside, strewn with Roma camps, giant industrial cities in decay, and green rolling hills, and we make of to the border crossing over a massive dam.
As i drive to the passport control, an old man starts screaming at us, so I pull aside. He asks for “Romanian tax? Vignette?”, to which I tell him that we were never sold such items upon entry. These first two questions were the bulk of his English vocabulary. With much arguing over the cost, mainly due to the fact that we were staying in Romania for just 20m longer, we agree to pay. What choice have we? The whole form process takes almost an hour. Then we have to wait while somebody is found to convert our euros, as she had no more lei, leaving the country.
So we follow some Dutch in an audi to the eu passport control line (did I mention that we have not been anywhere on our roadtrip and not found Dutch people???). So I present the four passports, and upon request car documents. All well apart from my passport. After 15 minutes looking at my picture, (I felt like a westerner trying to leave berlin before the wall came down) and he disappears off with all passorts. We have a friendly guard chatting to us in french putting us at ease for a few minutes, but things didn’t look too good. Then left alone at the border, stuck in place by a big gate, we make jokes to ease the situation. Maybe 30 minutes later every boarder guard come out and we are told to get out and empty the van. We don’t know whether they were making calls or just eating lunch. But the even checks inside the engine. Out came a sniffer dog and alex says, “let’s hope me or my dad never lost any hash in the van” great way to relieve the stress! So nothing found and finally we can drive away, across this enormous dam.
So at the Serbian border there are a couple of friendly guards. All passports fine, no need for visas, and we show the car documents. So a few countries back we had found out that the green card that alex’s dad left in the van was for the old set of plates, causing us trouble at borders, resulting in having to pay for locals insurance for entry into countries. Alex’s dad had emailed a black and White scan. So they say “this is not original document” to which we plead that we have original in France, and will only stay one day. But stubborn as vomit on a White wall, we were refused entry to Serbia. No Belgrade, no bragging about visiting Serbia today, and no acdc concert!
Back to the Romanian border, I am thinking about what if we don’t get back into Romania? Call the British embassy?
They look at us and say “why are you back?” an lost for a new excuse we tell them the truth. Well that worked, not!, and they say that we can’t enter into Romania on those documents. So now what? I guess they dicided that we can’t be left in ‘no man’s land’, we promise to drive straight to Hungary, no stops, no collecting 200 lei.
Free at last :)
We ended up stopping here in timisoara, ‘little Vienna’. It’s nice, cheap, camping, cute town, and girls to match.
I’m sat in the sun, one arm covered up due to getting burned on my left arm, driving yesterday, waiting for the others to wake up.
We hope to gain entry to Hungary today, and get to lake balaton. Fingers crossed!

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Sovereign

Monday, May 25th, 2009

Alex made the whole drive here to Sofia. We offered to take over but he kept saying no. Eventually 9 hours of driving later he snapped, but we found the art hostel in Sofia.
It was 10pm and we hit the hostel bar, a few shots and beers and off out. Not too eventful.
Yesterday we mustered up the energy to leave and find food. Mcdonalds for the lovers, sushi, pork, risotto, and fried cheese for alex and I. We found second hand old books. I bought a 1955 Bulgarian copy of David Copperfield in English, and a 1964 copy of Live and Let Die. So no need to take my time Reading from now on.
I dragged us to to tallest building for drinks, but we found ourselves in another book convention.
So a beer in the park and it rains.
It turned out that we we next to the hostel, we all bought some crazy t-shirts and got some beers.
Watched a graduation and started a failure of a bar crawl. The locals don’t seem to manage bar crawls, the don’t do ordering at a bar, so we got bored, back to the hostel.
Met a crazy swede, and crazy Canadian guy who pissed each other in some other country and hooked up to continue travelling, and off we all went out, minus courtney.
Crazy taxi rides, and we ended up far far away. But due to the crazies and their sandles, we only managed to get into the last of the clubs in clubberb, which was crap. Reminder, steer clear of turbofolk.
Back to town where our wallets got raped in a strip bar, better left unmentioned, we the ditch alaex and get food and beers.
So now I’m awake, I’m going to get breakfast here, before we head to Romania.

Elbow grease

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

So we are sat in a garage just outside of korinthia, not too far from Athens, in yet another garage. A little Greek man is trying to change the rear brake pads. We would like it down fastish, but in Greek nothing is, so I expect a late arrival into Sofia this evening.
We’re going to ignore the issues with the central locking, the passenger door handle not working from the inside, the failed hand brake and everything else.
Yesterday we woke up to gale winds, trying to blow our tent off into the med. So pack up we did and drive away.
We stopped by momenvasia(note to self check spelling) to the the ancient city atop an island, and the small hagia Sofia. The other hagia Sofia is a mosque in Istanbul, much larger, but this one is grand in it’s own magical ways.
So we made the decision to get to Sofia the capital of Bulgaria for partying Saturday night. So a boiling hot korintia, hunt for camping taking us in circles, and we came across the postcard popular canal. Awesome to see we crossed a bridge that submerges whenever a boat crosses.
So still sat here, presumably waiting for some brake pads.
I think that I’ll go and buy some juice.

What is that sound?

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

So maria and john took us to Athens. It was sunny and we were great tourists. We hit the acropolis, which is a building site due to it being rebuilt. We all started getting heat stroke, so went shopping. We bought some books. Reminder to self, check out magnum photographers. Then to a posh cafe, it was a nice chilled day.
Taking a 12 hour boat to Rhodes seeemed a bit excessive, so upon the advice of john, today, we drove down to the southern most point in Greece, near neapolis.
We picked up supplies, and I drove us 5km down a dirt track, to this beach. It’s beautiful. The swimming is great, we even walked up the hill to some caves, risking life and limb with the creepy crawlies.
Our first chance to make a camp fire, and it is great. Cheap vinager for wine, an I’ve been stung by an unknown bug inside a piece of wood, unfortunatly it’s crisper now, my self preservation isnstict a put him in the fire.
So now I’m the only one awake, laying under the stars, seeing them fall all around the beach, listening to lamb, and the waves, could life be any better?

Tzatziki

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

Yesterday we met up with marie and john, not sure that is their Greek names. Marie is the daughter of courtney’s mum’s friend. And john is marie’s husband. They are lovely people, having treated us to lunch, we went to their house, and met the cutest pair of dobermans. A couple of hours later, and some good deep conversations, and they took us to a gas shop, so maybe now we can use the big stoves, and eat some serious food.
We all went out to a bar last night, and I suspect that when I wake everybody in a few minutes, they won’t be feeling their best.
Then we’re off to Athens for the day.

Heated ideas

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

Now it seems that I don’t find the time or energy to write. But sat here in southern Greece, sat by the sea, I am in good spirits.
So from our campsite in dubrovnik we met a couple of guys from Dorset hicthing around Europe. Sonja and Gabriel, a couple of friends who live simple, slightly eccentric lives in the south of England were nice to hang with for a day. It’s good to have new blood and different ideas, for different conversations. So being that they were headed to Montenegro, like us, alex offered them a ride. We all stopped off in budva to have lunch. It was strange to be sat by large expensive yachts, eating Chinese, in a strange little country in south east Europe. The food was great, and after we said goodbyes to our new friends. I hope to see the again at some point.
So next up we had a shitty drive to Podogorica. First up, our ‘go europe’ book doesn’t cover a great chunk of this part of Europe, so we are left with no idea of language, culture, currency, accomodation or sights. So we let our visions from the film casino royale guide us to podogorica, Montenegro’s capital. We expected lush streets lined with expensive cars, and casinos, well at least one. It couldn’t have been further from that. It was run down, with nothing worth staying for. No sign of an old town, just crumbling industry and rusting vehicles. So we decided, although already late in the day, to head south towards Albania, also unknown in our guide book.
Having reached the outskirts of podogorica we saw a hitched, who sounded like he asked us in French if we head to Albania, so we did a quick u-turn. It turned out he was American, and we had a new companion for a while, Justin. I think he was in his early thirties and has been travelling, mainly hitching, around Europe for 10 and a half years. He spend around three years in each country working, and manages to master the language if staying longer. I think he must be returning to the US every now and then. He seemed very timid for one who is so well travelled, buy very amiable and knowledgable.
So we got to the Albanian boarder, and did I mention that alex’s father hadn’t left the van to us with insurance papers? So we have to pay for local insurance, as well as road tax in each country that we go to now. The road in Albania started off so poorly that we could barely make 40kmh. We made it to the first city, and lost, de to the lack of road signs, justin and I hopped out to ask for directions. We bumbled into what we thought was an info centre, which turned out to the the office of a political party, the Serbian minority party of Albania. The president was a very genial guy, and sent us off with another guy to show us which way to go, and meet a random man on a street corner to exchange some money. So now armed with some leke, and the direction to travel in we headed back to the bus. Justin asked us if we’d mind him joining us for the night, so we all stuck together for the night. I think he wanted some companionship, being a little homesick.
So we managed to grab some food, super low cost, great! And we continued south. The idea was to rough it for the night, to camp out in the open, being that there is no tourist industry, there are no campsites. This proved rather troublesome for re group, as we all had different ideals. Justin was easy and comfortable, alex worried about leaving the van, ian anxious about sleeping on private land, courtney worried about all, not havining a good gut feeling about it all, and I was happy with anywhere, as long as we diet have to sleep in the van. So with much trepidation, we finally set up camp on a grass track, glow flys all around us, 100m from a farm, but shielded by some trees. We had an early sleep, and an early rise due to concerns about being woken up by an angry farmer with a shot gun.
Soon after, we said our goodbyes to justin who wanted to make his was to the coast and do some writing. His plan is to spend some months in Iran, but he doubts he will get there before headin to the US first. I look forward to Reading of his travels.
Albania, a place I beleive to be one of the poorest countries in Europe, is by far the bizarrest. The people are amazingly friendly. Everywhere they are building, and everybody has a mercedes Benz. Some are old, but many are not. I would guess at 75% of all vehicles being benz’s. Where do they come from? Which then brings me onto the question of why there are so many cars, mainly Benz’s, with British of german registration plates? We never worked this out, but they were definately not driven by Brits. Maybe stolen?
So we went to Tirana for breakfast, a crazy little city, all colorful. Like Africa on the outskirts and America by the centre.
I drove us on through the Albanian country side. There are two highways through the country, one from Montenegro to tirana, crazy drivers in abundance, and the other from Tirana to macadonia. So we covered all of these. The whole way is single carriageway, sometimes running along cliffs, even making it’s way along a ridge, absolutly beautiful.
Next up into Macedonia, a country not in the eu, but trying. Strangely enough I still prefered Albania to Montenegro and Macedonia. We stopped by a great lake in a place called ohrid. Super touristy, but cheap enough for lunch and make facebook contact. We’ve been trying to get the contact details of a girl. That courtney kind of knows near Athens. I finished the 10hour drive at a campsite by the beach at the foot of mt. Olympus.
Yesterday alex driving and I think we were lost in re outskirts of Athens, the target destination for our trip, but we were trying to find a campsite out of town, so here we are near marathon. Oddly enough our campsite also has a restaurant open to locals. A beautiful view over looking the sea, atop a cliff, so last night we treated ourselves and had a drink and bite to eat. Yum!!
As a group we ate having some seriously deep and heated discussions. We are all intelligent, stubborn, opinionated people, so it makes for interesting evenings, inbetween the games of asshole.
So our target of Athens reached, we plan on staying around for maybe four days. We need some rest time, plus to see Athens.
So iPod battery is dying so I better head back to the camp.

 

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