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in lumea asta uriasavruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-15665394319464738822011-11-05T11:23:00.001+02:002011-11-27T11:59:57.320+02:00cactus campingma intorc, caut cactus camping. nu am cum sa ma ratacesc pe aici. am sunat-o pe luisa, care a fost anul trecut sa faca the lycian way cu piciorul, si a ajuns sa se plimbe pe coasta cu microbuze locale.<br />
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si il gasesc. in drum mai e parcat un motor, o yamaha tenere mai veche, ceea ce e de bine, ca ma intleg cu oamenii cu enduro touringuri :) . si inauntru e lume, o masa mare parca e nunta. din drum ma ia un tip care pare sa stie engleza. barmanul. ii spun ca ma bucur, ca am venit din romania, ca aici voiam sa ajung si sa stau un pic. el zice ca nu, ca maine se inchide cosmelia. hai maaa! pe buneee? de aia am venit pana aici? da, s-a incheiat sezonul...(s-a incheiat poe dracu, e cald la voi ca la noi vara) uite noi aici facem petrecerea de final. intru insotit de barman. sunt frant de oboseala, dar lumea e prietenoasa, s-au mia imprastiat de la masa cea mare. in marea lor majoritate hipioti turci cam batrani, media de varsta pe la vreo 50, cu plete usor ridicole. Alp (asa il cheama pe barman, dar lumea il striga cu un L ciudat... un fel de Ailp) imi aduce o bere si ii zic sa isi aduca si lui una, ca fac cinste. se bucura, si vine cu doua, apoi ma paraseste imediat si se intoarce cu o farfurie de pilaf cu pui. combustibil pt om. :) stam, vorbim de motoare, de olympos, de turcia si romania. lumea ma gaba in seama, se opresc si schimba cateva cuvinte la masa noastra, le place ca am venit de departe si se mira. inca doua beri, pt mine si Alp. si inca doua. hai ma sa iti platesc. lasa, maine se inchide, nu o sa stie nimeni cte beri au fost in frigider. si mancarea e tot de pomana :). si daca tot sunt aici.. uite.. pot sa dorm diseara printre portocali, in ceardac, imi lasa el niste saltele acolo sa stau boiereste ca pe divan. cica sa nu imi pun cortul, ca poate se uita urat seful lui.<br />
a doua zi il ajutam sa stranga scaunele, sa bata in cuie obloanele, sa isi intinda lantul la tenere-ul lui vechi si apoi am calarit impreuna pana la drumul principal.vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-49569726591635512622011-10-02T00:25:00.000+03:002011-10-02T00:25:41.271+03:00pe curbe spre olympos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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pana la olympos mai e putin. adica mai sunt cateva ore, dar stiu ca e iar drum de coasta, si asta inseamna ca o sa ma distrez. incepe, viraj la stanga, viraj la dreapta. ma simt cel putin ca la moto gp. si invat, cu fiecare curba, cu fiecare frana. ma simt din ce in ce mai semizeu :) si soseaua serpuieste printre coaste stancoase cu pini si maslini si iar stanga si iar dreapta si iar acceleratie si iar frana. dureaza de foarte mult timp, e cu indeajuns de multa adrenalina si endorfine, si ma tine in priza, si nici macar n-am obosit pentru ca n-ai cum sa te plictisesti pe drumul asta.
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pe o serpentina care se avanta spre mare ma las furat de peisaj. nu, nu de stanci si de mare. niste gagici cu picioare si funduri misto isi fac poze cu mediterana. 90% sanse sa fie rusoaice. bineinteles fotograful e ceea ce acasa, in limbajul comun am numi un cocalar ordinar din specia comuna.</div>
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ma duc cu motorul turat, cum ar veni sa iau un pic din momentul de glorie al tipului, si ma zgaiesc din casca la fete. cam mult, pentru ca virajul s-a apropiat vertiginos si eu n-am apucat inca sa incetinesc. nu mai am timp sa franez si strang puternic din fesieri. adica in limbajul comun din buci. imi dau seama instantaneu ca singurul mod in care nu o sa intru in parapet e sa ma aplec cat mai mult, ca sa iau curba la viteza la care sunt. intra un pic de frana de motor, dar atat. ma aplec asa de tare pe stanga incat mi se pare ca o sa ating cu corpul asfaltul. abia acum imi dau seama cat de putin ma inclinam pana acum. sigur rusoaicele mi-au remarcat tehnica, probabil au crezut ca asa merg eu de obicei :D
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drumul continua mai lin, trec pe langa myra (orasul unde un episcop s-a apucat sa distruga temple antice si a fost considerat pe urma sfant) dar nu ma opresc, ca-mi pare prea turistic. imi pare un pic rau totusi, mai ales ca stiu din poze ca orasul in stanca e spectaculos.</div>
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se insereaza pe la 7, cam cand eu halesc niste kofte intr-un restaurant foarte ieftin cu o panorama de milioane catre mare. ii intreb pe niste francezi daca mai e mult pana la kumluca. nu mai e mult, imi arata orasul peste golf. pare aproape, dar mai fac inca vreo 25 minute pana acolo. opresc intr-o benzinarie dintr-o zona urbana foarte urata si o sun pe luisa cu "s" nu cu "z", prietena de la care stiu de olympos. platesc destui euro pe minut, dar ne distram la telefon. imi spune ca ei au stat la camping cactus, ca acolo e un barman foarte prietenos si ca acolo e mama distractiei in fiecare seara. e deja intuneric, trag tare ca mai am putin, dar drumul urca in serpentine pe dealuri abrupte, si mi se face frig. olympos se pare ca e mai departe decat am calculat.. asa mi s-a parut tot drumul, cam din a doua sau a treia zi dupa plecare. in sfarsit vad indicatorul.</div>
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mai sunt 8 km, de coborare spre mare. iau urbele stranse cu atentie. si in sfarsit vad olympos-ul. un drum de pamant si piatra, cae se lungeste spre mare, intr-o vale cu pereti abrupti. locul asta chiar vibreaza cumva. nu caut inca campingul, desi sunt tare obosit si insetat si am chef sa ma odihnesc. ii dau inainte, ma uit in stanga si dreapta la terase, trec pe langa grupuri care de plimba din terasa in terasa. trec de tree houses. din unele baruri se aude muzica live. ce sa mai.. e misto. si nu e multa lume. si la un moment dat se termina olympos-ul, cu niste porti de acces catre cetatea antica. e cazul sa ma intorc, sa imi caut campingul, am terminat turul de onoare. aici drumul s-a terminat.</div>
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de aici doar ma intorc spre casa. a fost si este tare frumos.</div>
vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Eskicami Mh., Defne Cd, 07350 Kumluca/Antalya Province, Turkey36.362831 30.28642136.1582425 29.970564 36.5674195 30.602278000000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-29527061224461886052011-06-09T08:15:00.007+03:002011-06-09T10:52:46.577+03:00madness? this is valceleeee<iframe width="450" height="287" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZDM_dJ4c31Y?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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stau cu mana in gaz si cu cotul celalalt pe rezervor. in fata mea merge radu, dupa mine este vamos, si un pic mai in spate este gabi. super baieti cu toti. sunt frant de oboseala si ranjesc ca prostu in casca la 120 la ora. pe langa noi trece unul cu o vitezana, probabil ii parem patetici cum mergem noi asa legal :) habar n-are cat de tare a fost pentru noi ziua asta.<br />
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i-am asteptat la indicatorul spre ocnele mari, cum iesi din ramnicu valcea. planul era sa facem baie in strandul sarat, apoi sa intram in traseul de offroad. adica in calea ferata ramnicu valcea-valcele. o cale ferata fantoma, care s-a construit dar nu a fost finalizata niciodata, pentru ca au luat-o niste dealuri instabile la vale. un proiect dement al lui ceausescu despre care vamos a gasit detalii pe un forum al pasionatilor de trenuri. la ocne.. teapa! strandul inchis. apa pare murdara, dar vamos, cu mare pofta de balaceala ne asigura ca asa e tot timpul. conversam cu un vacar care ne sfatuieste sa cerem voie de la politie sa facem baie inainte sa sarim parleazul. prea multa bataie de cap. gabi si radu dau un pic inapoi, si raman "sa pazesca motoarele". niste tanti venite tot cu speranta de baie se uita cu jind cum escaladam eu si cu vamos gardul. sau s-or uita la patratelele de pe abdomenul lui vamos... nu stiu :)<br />
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am chef de baie dar apa foarte sarata, iar dusurile nu merg, asa ca raman doar cameraman, in timp ce vamos se joaca in apa care are 80m adancime, dar in care nu poti sa te scufunzi. cand iese si se usuca apa de pe el, ii ramane sare in spatele urechilor. ne urcam in sei, si ne intoarcem spre ramnicu valcea, unde facem si o pauza la benzinarie. papam ceva, si noi si motoarele, apoi trecem prin ramnicu valcea unde mi se confirma parerea mia veche ca toti soferii joaca carmagedon cu pasiune. ignora, trecem de un sens giratoriu, urcam un pic si gata! am ajuns deja in traseu. mergem pe terasament, desi mia degraba e un drum de pamant. vad vagoanele parasite, si mormanul de traverse pe care mi-l aratase vamos pe net. mergem paralel cu drumul spre pitesti, dar undeva vreo 50 m deasupra lui. localnicii folosesc terasamentul ca drum de tara, iar noi practic mergem prin spatele curtilor.<br />
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vremea e perfecta si ajungem la primul viaduct. apoi incep pietrele, zici ca e marele grohotis. sunt cam incordat pentru ca abordez pietrisul terasaemntului cu un pic de frica. sunt abia a treia oara pe offroad, si nu sunt obisnuit sa imi fuga fatza si spatele in acelasi timp. pe langa asta am transpirat precum cotabitza, din cauza ca am geaca de touring, nu armura de offroad. dar desi deja ma chinui un pic imi place de mor! baietii se distreaza si ei, zburdand pe pietre. pe gabi nici nu prea il vad, e mult in fata calare pe caprita de klx 250. vamos penduleaza intre "grupul fruntas" si noi, adica intre gabi si grupul format din mine si radu. imi dau seama ca pentru zile ca azi si pentru trasee frumoase ca asta m-am apucat de motociclism. au inceput viaductele, si desi incerc sa le identific aducandu-mi aminte ce citisem pe forumul de trenuri, nu reusesc deloc. de fapt nici nu conteaza. mergem deasupra vailor, pe podurile pline de pietris. dealurile au salcami infloriti si parfumati, vaile sunt pline de flori. luam o mica pauza sub unul din viaducte, si descoperim ca are ecou. inapoi pe cai! calea ferata e invadata de vegetatie, plina de lastari noi, o jungla demna de maceta. n-avem macete asa ca ne folosim de motociclete si de cozoroacele de la castile de enduro sa ne facem loc. e aventura de-a binelea. eu sunt ultimul, in spatele lui radu si ma uit cu gura cascata cum reuseste sa treaca cu ktm-ul 990 adventure, o ditamai balena care e mai mult pentru drum deschis decat pentru inghesuiala asta si sleauri si tufisuri. <br />
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ajungem intr-o poiana, aproape de un sat, unde niste oameni veniti cu albinele la padure au parcat o remoca cu stupi. chiar cand sa iesim in luminis radu nimereste intr-un sleau ingust si culca motocicleta, iar cat timp bajbai eu incercand sa pun cricul ca sa il ajut sa o ridice trece vamos in tromba, atingandu-mi oglinda si dand-o peste cap. intre timp radu isi ridica singur motocicleta, lucru pe care nu il credeam omeneste posibil. ii salutam pe apicultori (aud in treacat o mica exclamatie cu "beemve") si o luam in sus pe deal, pe unde pare sa fie drumul corect.<br />
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ajung si eu intr-un sleau si las vacuta sa se odihneasca un pic pe partea stanga. o fi obosita zic. imediat vin langa mine gabi si vamos, care ma ajuta, pun mana voiniceste si trag la deal de motocicleta oprita. ne dam seama ca am gresit drumul, asa ca intoarcem si hotaram sa facem pauza la albine. oamenii sunt bucurosi ca ne-am intors, si ies cu faguri proaspat luati din stup, pe care ni-i ofera ca sa "avem energie si sa nu mai cadem". asa aflu ca si gabi era gata sa puna motoreta pe jos, inainte sa ajungem noi. e foarte cald. de fapt nu e, dar eu asa simt, cu echipamentul pe mine. stam putin de vorba cu oamenii si ne arata unde e apa, in vale, la asfalt. sunt foarte prietenosi, iar mierea e chiar de la sursa. vamos e avertizat sa nu se apropie prea mult de stupi, ca albinele or sa se ia e el daca simt miros de parfum.<br />
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hotarasc sa fac o mica tura cu gabi pana la fantana, si cat timp incercam noi sa umplem o sticla cu apa, motoreta lui pica de pe cric, singurica. insista sa o ridice singur, dar vreau sa il ajut. o decizie proasta, pentru ca pun mana cu nadejde sub mobra tocmai pe toba incinsa. fara manusa. am ramas fara amprente la doua degete, acum pot sa ma apuc de spargeri e locuinte :) ne intoarcem, ne luam ramas bun de la oamenii cu albinele si apucam din nou drumul bun, pe viaducte.<br />
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iarasi jungla, iarasi macete. vamos si gabi merg inainte, eu ma lupt in spate, ghidat de radu. apoi ii pierdem pe primii. ii zic lui radu sa o luam in jos si ne trezim intr-un sat, cu un drum de asfalt, insa ingust de nu cred ca incape o masina. mergem incetisor, cautandu-i din priviri pe baieti, dar degeaba. deodata parasim din nou asfaltul ca sa ajungem fix la primul tunel. scrie frumos in stanga "viata efort creatie" iar in dreapta ömul invinge natura" no shit! :D vacuta se odihneste la umbra langa ktm. iese aburul din tricoul meu, in tunel, si ma bucur de racoare. sun la vamos, dar nu raspunde, apoi suna el si afla unde suntem. ajung amandoi aproape imediat si aflu ca vamos a luat o tranta. il doare mana stanga dar e ok. hotaram ca e o idee buna sa plecam in sir, ca vagoanele, si cum pornim incepem sa facem ca trenul - uuuuuu. tunelul pare promitator, un drum batatorit. chiar si este... prima suta de metri. restul-kilometri intregi- numai pietre instabile. toti merg mai repede ca mine, iar eu opresc de cateva ori, sa imi trag sufletul. e greu dar merg printr-un tunel de tren, cu motocicleta. aroganta maxima! ma tin dupa luminita, si ii ajung din urma. evident doar pentru ca au facut pauza sa ma astepte.<br />
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mergem, barbia in piept si cozorocul in crengi. si ajungem la cel mai lung si mai inalt viaduct. pauza o facem chiar la mijloc, pe pilonul podului. imi dau seama ce tura misto e asta, si ca sunt atatea locuri de explorat, chiar langa nasul nostru. si am noroc sa merg cu baietii astia si sa progresez mai mult decat as fi facut-o singur. mai mergem si ajungem la al doilea tunel. bratele deja imi sunt foarte obosite, dar nu am chef sa renunt. la intrarea in al dooilea tunel e plin de apa. vamos a trecut, si zice ca e greu. daca vamos zice ca e greu.. cum o fi pentru mine? trec toti, iar eu raman ca prostu afara. ma simt ca ultimul fraier care ramane pe pod la bungee jumping, desi toate gospodinele au avut curaj sa sara.ma concentrezi si ii dau gaz, prin apa cat roata. doar ca mai sunt si gropi sub apa, asa ca din panica bag picioarele si inund cizmele. macar nu am scapat vacuta. tunelu asta mi-a venit de hac. e lung si foarte greu. chiar foarte greu. imi cedeaza mainile, repetat. adica de vreo 15-20 de ori. e fara exagerare cel mai mare efort pe care l-am facut in viata mea, si am facut destule lucuri grele dpdv fizic.<br />
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ajung mai mult mort decat viu la iesire. unde ma mai asteapta o balta. nu mai pot. si vamos se indura sa imi treaca motocicleta. nu e lucru mic, mobra mea adaptata are ambreiajul in drepta, si el o conduce prima oara prin apa. stam mult aici, sa imi revin. ii anunt ca mi-ma facut norma si as cobora la asfalt. sunt multumit de mine. gabi insa insista ca mai e putin, ca ar fi pacat, dar eu sunt multumit si chiar vreau jos, pe drum lin. pornim si drumul pare sa se indure de mine, e mai mult iarba si pamant. mi se pare usor ca pe autostrada, asa ca, mai odihnit, hotarasc sa continui. si asta facem, pana la ultima gara, unde ne strangem mana. inca un pic de chin pe pietre, dar deja am trecut de prag, si nu mai conteaza ca e foarte greu. pe drumul de asfalt a plouat, iar pustimea din sate ne face semn sa tragem de gaz. de acum e doar asfalt, si autostrada pana acasa.<br />
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a fost greu. a fost foarte frumos. urarea de "asfalt uscat" mi se pare din ce in ce mai caraghioasa.vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Râmnicu Vâlcea, Romania45.1047222 24.37555559999998445.0648157 24.340644099999984 45.1446287 24.410467099999984tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-73157334602972104532011-05-10T03:13:00.000+03:002011-05-10T03:13:21.589+03:00intermezzointrerupem tramsmisia de la osmanlai(oricum intrerupta deja). pentru ca in viata windriderului si a vacutei ( asa sa el ramana si numele) s-au intamplat lucruri. <br />
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vorbim aici doar de lucrurile mobristice, nu de restul, care sunt altfel. <br />
adica, impreunca cu amicul vamos si cu amicul flo am facut o minunata calatorie. scurta ca timp, dar importanta ca desteptare la viata, dupa ceva timp de pauza. da, calatorie nu excursie. si da, nu e prea devreme sa imi fie prieteni. o aventura moderata probabil pentru ei, dar nu un mic lucru pentru mine. nu mai pot sa erg pe munte, din cauza unui genunchi paradit grav. dar de asta mi-am luat si mobra ca asta a mea. ca sa pot sa mai simt ceva din ce era cand emrgeam pe munte. lucrui mici. ca atunci cand iti e cald dupa ce ti-a fost frig. ca atunci cand te odihnesti fiind praf de oboseala fizica. ca atunci cand te speli pe fata de sudoare. c atunci cand oameni pe care nu ii cunosti te invita sa mananci din ce amnanca si ei. a fost minunat, si pentruy ca am descoperit oameni vii si bucurosi, si pentru ca, macar motociclistic, am crescut mai mult decat credeam.<br />
intrebarea de baraj: suntem departe de orice civilizatie?<br />
enjoy!<br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1U3ZLHian4&feature=related<br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eakclyEWxfI&feature=related<br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0CwV_9n1zU&feature=related<br />
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p.s. multumiri maxime lui vamos pentru tot, de la ghidat, mentorat si descurcat pana la mesterit si compania excelenta. si chiar si tinut motocicleta de cur cand aluneca prin noroaie. si promit ca reeditez materialul video sa il fac si mai misto!<br />
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p.p.s. viata n-ar trebui sa fie asa simpla ca in filmuletele astea?vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Idilevo, Sevlievo, Bulgaria43.0374211 25.25400049999996143.033114600000005 25.243820499999963 43.0417276 25.264180499999959tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-6464131880309822682011-03-29T01:01:00.000+03:002011-03-29T01:01:34.375+03:00letoon, xanthos, patara<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/We_iCt5DJAI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
numele astea suna toate adanc, si vechi.<br />
eu cotesc pe un drum al unui satuc, cu campuri intregi de solarii (de legume, nu de pitipoance). prima oprire la letoon. pun vacuta la umbra si platesc cele 2-3 lire. letoon era centrul religios al confederatiei lyciene. practic era doar cartierul general al clericilor.<br />
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de fapt oraselul era administrat de xanthos-cea mai mare cetate lyciana, care e la numai 10 km la nord. pasesc incet, flescait de caldura, dar imi place aici. locul e mic, dar am o senzatie de inceput de lume printre ruinele astea.<br />
intai la templul lui Leto, apoi la restul templelor, scufundate acum in mlastina. seamana un pic cu o zona din world of warcraft :) apoi o iau usor pe deal, sa vad amfiteatrul de desupra. stau putin pe unul din locurile unde lycienii stateau odata. poporul asta disparut folosea amfiteatrele doar pentru spectacole artistice. <br />
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de jos din drum vad mormintele din faleza si intreb o fetita daca merg bine spre cetate. imi da indicatii si are dreptate, parchez la umbra maslinilor. la xanthos - care e unesco world heritage site - ai putea sa intri oricand gratis. cetatea e imensa, iar gardurile de plasa de sarma care mai mult lipsesc nu au cum sa te impiedice. dar zic sa fiu baiat de treaba si sa platesc. oricum nu e scump. leg casca si geaca de ghidon, si plec in tricou. imi fierb picioarele in cizme, o sa fie nasol cand o sa le scot :)<br />
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la patara e bariera. platesti si intri cu masina. sau cu motorul in cazul meu. aici e prima cladire a unui parlament din lume. lycienii au inventat democratia, iar la ei femeile aveau drept de vot si de proprietate. amfiteatrul din patara e in renovare, iar la intrarea in el o turcoaica tot vrea sa imi vanda struguri cu o lira. nu mai am unde sa ii pun, asa ca o refuz. la patara locul e prea larg. se vad morminte pe dealurile din jur, oricum am o senzatie mia degraba de safari istoric. aici e clar de plimbat motorizat, nu cu piciorul, ti-ar lua o zi pe putin. deja mi s-a luat de caldura, si stiu de pe net ca la patara e una din cele mai mininate plaje din lume. zic sa o inceerc. opresc motorul in parcare, mai la umbra, dau jos cizmele (yuck!) si raman in blugi si tricou, cu prosopul pe umar. imi aduc aminte la timp ca ma ard cumplit de soare, si imi iau si sunscreen din bagaj. la plaja se ajunge pe un podet lung de lemn, care serpuieste printre tufisuri uscate. ies in plaja, care de fapt e un mare golf. un singur barulet, si inca o cladire. lume putina, cearsafuri asezate la distanmta confortabila unul de celalat. nu se calca nimeni pe picioare. pot sa imi dau seama imediat ca plaja nu e ca pe net. adica... nisipul nu se compara cu ala de la mamaia sau mai bine de la sfantu gheorghe. e aspru si ma frige rau la picioare. ma duc in niste tufisuri si trag sortul de baie pe mine. nu-mi place, mai ales ca vreo 3 ani la rand n-am pus haine pe mine la plaja, dar trebuie. am vazut inclusiv turcoaice cu val pe cap care faceau baie imbracate. fug spre mare (un fle de a zice.. ma poticnesc fript la talpi) si ajung in sfarsit in apa. am lasat si pasaportul si portofelul in marsupiu, infasurate in blugi. daca mi le ia cineva aia e.. apa e limpede-cristal, si are niste valuri modeste. de fapt e prima data cand fac baie in mediterana. si spre surprinderea mea, e foarte sarata.<br />
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imi place, inot putin asa prost cum stiu eu sa inot, apoi ma intorc, multumit si racorit. doar ma balacesc. doar ca nu stiu cum reusesc sa imi infig degetele de pa piciorul drept in nisip si ma fuilgera o durere vie. parca e o arsura. doare intens si ma grabesc spre mal. e nasol, ma uit la deget si s-a inrosit si s-a umftat. ia sa ma vezi acum - epigonul lui steve irwin pe o plaja in turcia. ce prostie. stau in pic sa imi revin, apoi, infigand degetul in nisipul fierbinte la fiecare pas, ma duc sa ma schimb. nu exagerez, chiar ma doare si schiopat. nu stiu ce m-a ciupit, dar nu e deloc misto. mi-a curs putin sange, dar nu mult. seamana un pic cu o intepatura e viespe.. dar nu stiu ce fel de viespi subacvatice au astia aici. degetul s-a umflat moderat, insa cred ca isi revine cand il bag inapoi in cizma. gata si distractia la patara, acum strang din dinti si pornesc spre olympos. astazi sigur o sa fiu acolo!<br />
<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/We_iCt5DJAI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-40197656866920344822011-02-09T00:08:00.000+02:002011-02-09T00:08:03.873+02:00kameleon (karma?)merg pe drum, cu muzica in casti. ma umplu de dealurile astea frumoase si stancoase si ma bucur de curbele care aseara, cand eram obosit, ma franau. azi o sa vad cetati ale lycienilor, unul dintre cele mai interesante popoare ale antichitatii. dar deocamdata ma distrez pe drum, desi e deja foarte cald eu ma simt bine la 80 la ora, cu geaca un pic descheiata. trec intr-o portiune mai dreapta intre doua dealuri si ocolesc o piatra. dupa cam 200 m im dau seama ca nu e piatra.in numele lui brigitte bardot! ma uit in oglinda sa nu vina careva din spate, pun frana, semnalizez si intorc la 180 grade, pe celalat sens, ajutandu-ma cu picioarele. doar ca inclin vacuta prea mult, nu mai sunt in stare sa o tin de ghidon si pica jos. eu raman in picioare in mijlocul drumului, ca prostu. ii pun stop la motor, de la butonul de urgenta. apoi ma apuc sa fac semne masinilor care vin in urma. un turc musculos se da jos dintr-un jeep si ma intreaba in engleza daca sunt in regula. ii zic ca nu am cazut, ca am scapat doar mobra. imi zice ca are si el motocicleta. mai vine un turc din alta masina si pune si el osu la treaba. o ridicam, ma urc calare si incerc sa o pornesc repede, sa nu se inece motorul. s-a inecat moderat, am pornit-o dupa cateva incercari.apoi o iau inapoi, spre motivul care m-a intors din drum.<br />
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e un cameleon care trece drumul inceeeet. cat am scapat eu motocicleta si am ridicat-o si am pornit-o sa fi tot facut vreun metru. e tot in mijocul soselei why did the cameleon cross the road? :) pe aici trec masini si amaratul si-ar fi luat-o daca il lasam in drum. ma aplec sa il iau, ma aplec spre el si atunci o ia la fuga spre umbra mea de pe sosea. ma surprinde si se urca rapid, apucandu-se cu manutele dibace de cureaua aparatului foto, apoi in sus pe geaca pana pe umar.<br />
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red ca arat ca un pirat cu papagal pe umar, doar ca mult mai cool.<br />
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ma duc pe un drum secundar, apoi intru adanc cateva zeci de metri printre tufisuri, sa nu il salvez degeaba si sa se intoarca la drum. las umarul spre un valatuc spinos, si blegul se apuca cu coada si manutele de crengi.<br />
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iar m-am facut leoarca de la calduravruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Kaş, Antalya, Turcia36.291330490118945 29.34654235839843836.222149490118944 29.229812858398436 36.360511490118945 29.463271858398439tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-17914874872607579332011-02-08T11:22:00.000+02:002011-02-08T11:22:14.285+02:00post autoacuzatorne facem naibii de toata rusinea! auzi. blog de calatorii motociclistice si ajunge lumea la el cu searchphrase "cum sa fac ciorapi tricotati" nu mai merge asa, e timpul sa scoatem degetele de unde sunt si sa le folosim pe tastatura :Pvruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-1907048410219613822011-01-16T21:14:00.000+02:002011-01-16T21:14:10.488+02:00kalkan (by day)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEIhpS-rFvkvWLc8TKs2xLP_DwseYpkZj02rS39bwAEL8iQ7N5ZCa6l2dtNdi49MngxVGaL95L-YwpT9Hqw8bNP9b_0ep8nVoMcTf1DnxE86Yh6dfiwsD83gIV3Qr-vzTvbcPHEXMstqV/s1600/PICT0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNN9lm41rw8m1J-Fie6n9n0W8rmJPcjXjyTOWgU0n49aHRj5xVZNOUuLqTIvo_BQluaiNMTXIC5WYQDWvBcBSkzjtlXR5YuBfrphqxX804hX9b9PHbb_5HcP_MAZcRekfMSSnvAG_-cIQz/s1600/PICT0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div> e destul de cald deja, de dimineata, si am impresia ca azi o sa fie o zi minunata. i just know it. m-am trezit si prin plasa de tantari si dudul din curtea mica si alba am vazut iarasi marea, dis-de-dimineata.<br />
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exact aia am loveste. francezul mai incearca o data, si rapunde cineva. e hussein, am uitat telefonul la restaurant rasuflu usurat si imi iau la revedere de la francezi. ma fac fleasca de transpiratie din prima, de cum fac primii metri cu motorul. geaca ma coace, la fel si casca. dar cobor cum am promis la restaurant. chelnerii, colegii mei de masa se minuneaza de motocicleta. de apt de emblema bmw, nu chiar de motocicleta, ca nu se pricep. le place. si lui hussein, care se cocoata pe ea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEIhpS-rFvkvWLc8TKs2xLP_DwseYpkZj02rS39bwAEL8iQ7N5ZCa6l2dtNdi49MngxVGaL95L-YwpT9Hqw8bNP9b_0ep8nVoMcTf1DnxE86Yh6dfiwsD83gIV3Qr-vzTvbcPHEXMstqV/s1600/PICT0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEIhpS-rFvkvWLc8TKs2xLP_DwseYpkZj02rS39bwAEL8iQ7N5ZCa6l2dtNdi49MngxVGaL95L-YwpT9Hqw8bNP9b_0ep8nVoMcTf1DnxE86Yh6dfiwsD83gIV3Qr-vzTvbcPHEXMstqV/s320/PICT0291.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
schimbam telefoane, ne luam in brate inainte de plecare. apoi ma echipez de drum. iarasi sunt leoarca sub geaca. plec spre cetatile liciene, apoi spre kumluca si olympos.<br />
in orice caz kalkanul e frumos.vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Kalkan/Antalya, Turkey36.267502 29.415030236.232901 29.356665200000002 36.302103 29.4733952tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-42320147905108148732010-12-28T23:48:00.003+02:002010-12-28T23:50:55.234+02:00kalkan (by night)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><object height="30" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kvmlswwzt7o?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kvmlswwzt7o?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="30"></embed></object><br />
ma simt ca un om nou. chilotii, un tricou si sosetele stau intinse la uscat pe pervaz, camaruta mea ca o chilie de bun gust sufera de haosul tuturor catrafuselor mele imprastiate. eu mi-am pus "tricoul calatorului" un cadou geeky cu parfum deja de demult. are un semn e intrebare in mijloc si semne conventionale de jur imprejur: restaurant, aeroport, telefon, hotel, spital, gagici...<br />
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e grozav sa sari din cizmele de motor in adidasi, si in pantaloni scurti. e cald in kalkan seara. cobor pe straduta pe care ar fi trebuit sa merg cu motoreta si ma bucur ca n-am facut-o. ulita e abrupta, pavata frumos si marginita de case construite pe terase si vopsite in var alb. iar eu ma indrept spre muzica si spre golf.<br />
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kalkan pare foarte turistic. si foarte frumos, dar nu imi dau seama daca fals sau nu. pasii ii pun lenes, unul dupa celalalt. sunt frant, iar dusul fierbintye m-a inmuiat de tot. am sentimente amestecate.. cum? sa imi placa mie exact chestia asta construita parca special pentru turisti? e restaurant langa restaurant, terasa langa terasa.<br />
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mai sus de mine, pe drum, o localnica si-a incheiat tura la un restaurant si se indreapta spre casa, cu pasi egali, printre case varuite si decorate cu leandri albi si magenta.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">se zice ca motociclistii batrani nu aleg o destinatie, ci o directie. eu nu-s batran, am ales o directiedestinatie. vreau sa ajung in olympos, in antalia. mi-a povestit de el o prietena care a incercat cu prietenul ei sa faca anul trecut "the lycian way" - un traseu montan foarte lung, de vreo 500 km. l-as fi facut si eu anul asta, dar de la o vreme genunchiul stang ma lasa doar sa urc, nu si sa cobor. ei au renuntat la un moment dat, continuand cu microbuzele locale, din sat in sat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">asta dimineata m-am trezit cu un singur gand: sa ajung odata in olympos, pentru ca stiu ca nu am decat doua saptamani de libertate cu totul. doua din cincizeci si doua. e putin, un puscarias are macar o ora de plimbare din ouazecisipatru. macar eu profit de ea, o petrec in vant si soare, nu in vreun super-all-inclusive. imi dau seama ca o zi cu cetati este scurta ca si kilometri, iar pe harta par ca sunt destui pana acolo unde vreau. imi iau inima-n dinti si ma gandesc ca e ceva realizabil intr-o zi de calarit, dar va trebui sa ride hard. hmm.. ride hard pentru un easy rider :). imi pun bagajul in liniste, n-am chef de capitanul francofon de vas, il urasc un pic pentru pretul piperat pe care mi l-a cerut pentru instalarea "ceadâr-ului". totusi uite unde m-am trezit, in razele reflectate de mare:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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se trezeste si gazda, deci nu il ratez. se ofera sa ma ajute, dar refuz. apoi, cu toate catrafusele pe motoreta, apas pe butonul de ignition. fail. inca o data. fail. inca de cateva ori. imi dau seama ca daca o sa continui asa o sa omor degeaba bateria. ii pun repede diagnosticul: condens in carburatoare. asa ca ma decid sa dau jos bagajul, in care am surubelnita aia lunga, care ajunge la surubelele carburatoarelor. capitanul se uita sceptic. las sa curga un pic lichidul, apoi strang la loc. pun totul inapoi, in afara de surubelnita, pe care o mai tin la indemana. din nou bag socul la maxim, apas butonul. de data asta motorul toarce. salut repede si plec. mi-e foame cam rau, si mai ales sete. decid sa ma opresc la primul magazin. drumul e ca o autostrada larga cu oraselul pe stanga, si malul marii cu beach cluburile abandonate pe cealalta. sunt stopuri din cand in cand. in oglinda vad un alt motociclist solitar, cu un bmw 1200 gs. ma depaseste si ii vad numarul de austria. pentru ca si vacuta e tot bmw ma gandesc ca poate avem ceva in comun. de aia ma tin dupa el un timp, desi merge cam repede pentru ritmul meu. la un stop opresc langa el, incerc sa il salut sperand la un pic de conversatie. imi raspunde la salut, dar imi ignora orice alta incercare de comunicare. il injur tot cu voce tare si il las sa se duca unde are chef, mai repede ca mine.<br />
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vad un hipermarket kipa, si decid sa opresc neaparat, caci calu are jaratic dar eu sunt nemancat si cu limba de un cot de sete. intru, imi iau niste limonada, bombonele si biscuiti. eu nu ma omor dupa dulce, dar simt o nevoie imperioasa de cand calaresc toata ziua. apoi gasesc si o geanta impermeabila, pentru sailing, intr-un raft. e echivalentul a 80 de lei, si mi se pare pomana curata. sigur imi intra geanta mea textila si ghiozdanul, si pare ca o sa se prinda foarte bine de saua pasagerului. ies, transfer bagajele si ma felicit pentru initiativa. merita sa fii shopper compulsiv :)<br />
ignition. inainte spre izmir pe cannakale-izmir yolu. vacuta inghite kilometri si eu zbor peste peisaj. la benzinarii oamenii se uita cu placere la motoreta, si se mira cand afla ca sunt din romania. romanya'da :) in prima instanta toti cred ca-s neamt, din bulgaria incoace.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>ajung pe la pranz in izmir, si ratez intrarea pe autostrada, luand-o din greseala pe anadolu cadessi. desi am auzit numai lucruri bune, mie izmirul imi da un sentiment de neplacere. in trafic e o presiune imensa, nu apuc nici sa opresc, nici sa inaintez, sunt tot timpul la cativa centimetri sa fiu facut sandvis intre doua masini. am mai fost in istanbul, ce-i drept nu cu motocicleta, si mi se pare mult mai nasol aici. asa trebuie sa fie in india, doar cu drumuri mai proaste. rasuflu usurat cand vad semnele pentru autostrada. la turci se plateste daca vrei sa mergi cu 120 la ora. dar ce. puteasa fie simplu? trebuie sa ai un card magnetic. de intrat intri pe la niste bariere automate. de luat cardul nu poti de pe sensul tau, deci cine a uitat sa iis ia card (nu stiu de unde) trebuie sa isi riste gatul si sa treaca 8-10 benzi de iesire ca sa ajunga la casuta de carduri. apoi sa isi riste gatul din nou, sarind garduri ca sa ajunga inapoi la vehicul. fac sportul atsa cu un turc mustacios, cu o dacie veche. de fapt renault 12... tot aia. urasc autostrada, dar e singura cale rapida spre tinta mea. ma culc cu cotul stang pe rezervor, pitit dupa parbriz. si timpul trece. fac doar o oprire la o benzinarie. si imi pare rau, caci azi o sa ratez efesul. nu berea, ci singurul loc cu ruine romane mai misto decat roma insasi.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>un turc cu un dragstar cu vopsea custom se bucura cand ma vede. ma saluta si ma intreaba de ceai. imi arata si unde e toaleta. ii las casca mea fara nici cea mai mica emotie. cand ma intorc are deja un ceai si pentru mine. in turcia sunt putini motociclisti. sunt multi cu motorete chinezesti, dar putini cu motoare pe bune. vorbim. nu stim vreo limba comuna. pare foarte de treaba. motocicleta lui e un dragstar 650 classic, destul de putin modificat. ceva cumplit, pentru ca fiind hardtail simti fiecare pietricica direct in fund. <br />
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nu fac pauze decat foarte rar. n-am timp nici de poze, e eva ce e mai greu de explicat in imagini, trebuie simtit first hand. trec prin padurile de pin ale peninsulei marmaris. stiu ca si asta e un loc frumos, cu un parc natural impresionant. ma multumesc sa vad soarele cu umbre lungi, in timp ce cobor spre mare din nou.<br />
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se insereaza, iar eu mai fac o oprire la un popas din munti. ma gandesc la un ceai, apoi inteleg ca e deja tarziu. sunt cam inghetat, vreau odihna. trec de fethiye, cel ami mare oras de pe coasta, si imi imaginez ca fac un push final catre olympos. pe harta pare foarte putin. apoi scot gps-ul imprumutat. ei bine.. mia e foaaaarte mult drum pana acolo. ocolesc orasul, desi stiu ca aici as avea unde sa dorm si sa fac un dus cald. e trafic cam mult, si mie nu-mi place sa merg noaptea. inaintez, dar cu indoiala in suflet. viteza medie scade la un 70-80 tremurat. am dat drumul la incalzitoarele de maini, si asta imi da un boost moral, pentru inca niste kilometri. in departare vad muntii lyciei, pe erul senin din seara asta cu luna. nu mai vreau. ajung in ova, un satuc, la o benzinarie. intreb de cazare, ca nu vreau la cort asta seara. sunt frant. imi spun ca sunt aproape de letoon, si ca acolo s-ar putea gasi vreo pensiune, dar ca mai bine ma duc in kalkan. e oras mare, sigur gasesc ceva, chiar mia ieftin. nu e camping. oricum nu vreau. trece de indicatoarele catre letoon si xanthos, si vad din departare luminile orasului. ma simt salvat. in piata centrala opresc un pic,sa imi trag sufletul.<br />
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un turc tanar, pe scuter, imbracat ca un italian si vorbitor de engleza ma abordeaza. ii zic ca vreau o pensiune, nu un hotel. e smecher, cica are un amic cu o pensiune. de parca nu stiu ca amicul il plateste tocmai pentru agatat turisti. ma duce la pensiune. e scump. ma trimit la alta mai ieftina. din pacate orasul e pe coastele golfului, si ca sa ajung la cealalta pensiune ar trebui sa cobor o panta cumplita. nu stiu daca sunt in stare, motocicleta se simte foarte grea dupa ziua asta lunga. cum stau eu pe drana, chibzuind ce sa fac, ma cheama un nene. are o pensiune si el. e chiar aici in piateta. e 45 de lire pe noapte. nu mersi, ma duc la aia mai ieftina. pai.. si aici e ieftin. da? cat? ei... 30 de lire pe noapte, si va parcati motoreta aici. asta voiam sa aud. 30 de lire sunt 60 de lei. casuta e cocheta, old school, are un aer mediteranean minunat. imi dau catrafusele jos si sar in dus imediat. imi spal si lucrurile cu apa calda, apoi cu energie noua ies in oras, ca vazandu-l de departe mi-am dat seama ca e de vazut. ma misc in reluare, sunt dupa 650 km intr-o singura zi. pentru unii e nimic, pentru mine e maratonul.vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Kalkan/Antalya, Turkey36.267502 29.415030236.232901 29.356665200000002 36.302103 29.4733952tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-82146094601957314962010-12-16T01:30:00.000+02:002010-12-16T01:30:10.555+02:00samotracia (II)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> nevoia te invata. rodia luata din copac e un mod ingenios de a te racori :) peisajul se schimba, eu casc gura spre dealuri, ceea ce pe un drum serpuit nu e deloc i idee buna. nah..pot sa ma abtin. ma indrept mai degraba cu simtul orientarii decat cu siguranta locului unde o sa ajung.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjtwaC1wg5Jovi0wC3ERHx7Ly8AbJDL4wKDtynIP73CM3Zbt33S_fsidqIC48EaRZ_ZcXs0FzHBhha8pcFJvMKEI5dU5JGnm1WcGq5-LpGx-2zcAS07arO8kiNBUG0v1kqQFpX4PZkIDa/s1600/PICT0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjtwaC1wg5Jovi0wC3ERHx7Ly8AbJDL4wKDtynIP73CM3Zbt33S_fsidqIC48EaRZ_ZcXs0FzHBhha8pcFJvMKEI5dU5JGnm1WcGq5-LpGx-2zcAS07arO8kiNBUG0v1kqQFpX4PZkIDa/s320/PICT0157.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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cant singur in casca, singur cu ganduile si dealurile si maslinii si virajele. vacuta asculta la fix indemnurile mele, ne leganam ca intr-un dans. acum imi dau seama de ce nu imi plac motociclistii in general ( cate unul-altul mai accept, dar individual). pentru ca nu mi se pare mare smecherie sa te aduni cu alti 30-40-50 si sa mergi ordonat, aliniat, oieristic catre un punct fix. shouldn't it be about freedom? aliniat pe randuri mergi si in tramvai. eu nu stiu exact unde o sa ma opresc, nu stiu ce o sa se intample mai departe, las drumul sa ma poarte.calatoria asta e un fel de red pill din matrix, fara efecte adverse.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjE76sVW3d1gzlDarHbgeFvLqfiI3I2cwefzYfA_YNOTx86WLJ06cM14x87OFd_t1X_TU7TVgXTgGglk7nOTuJ7p_uKGD9PT_kM9FurDWlUkz35rW7uezCRaDBu94NZmMvAUzNVmN2Qv-/s1600/PICT0177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjE76sVW3d1gzlDarHbgeFvLqfiI3I2cwefzYfA_YNOTx86WLJ06cM14x87OFd_t1X_TU7TVgXTgGglk7nOTuJ7p_uKGD9PT_kM9FurDWlUkz35rW7uezCRaDBu94NZmMvAUzNVmN2Qv-/s320/PICT0177.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
nici nu stiu cand am ajuns in desert. bai! dar desert-desert, ce-i drept fara dune. maslinii au disparut, aici nu mai creste nimic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHL1d1KxHHHZbEwTp2JVJizG_iVOgaWMaH2WcGlHWAK_oY0fPNCwNmwdIa-4Kar5VX8eCECmXcnAhAPX3CnKmxYFWbKhtCKSl4Tf4q8NsYRxORZS53qBspEoz-8ujeZLKtA8COlcaRiA-Z/s1600/PICT0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHL1d1KxHHHZbEwTp2JVJizG_iVOgaWMaH2WcGlHWAK_oY0fPNCwNmwdIa-4Kar5VX8eCECmXcnAhAPX3CnKmxYFWbKhtCKSl4Tf4q8NsYRxORZS53qBspEoz-8ujeZLKtA8COlcaRiA-Z/s320/PICT0178.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nfepu3SYiZZq48wLGQ1htWoH-v5HtuDbhprVf07S7LhXXFlbSj42fmAvJLzw5UrGWhyq3Sf3vCfX62PbL7Go9IGUWLElgToX3-Af0DFDz4zFhyphenhyphenHc1ar6tQoJPiPL_TikAj69O9GaUHk4/s1600/PICT0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nfepu3SYiZZq48wLGQ1htWoH-v5HtuDbhprVf07S7LhXXFlbSj42fmAvJLzw5UrGWhyq3Sf3vCfX62PbL7Go9IGUWLElgToX3-Af0DFDz4zFhyphenhyphenHc1ar6tQoJPiPL_TikAj69O9GaUHk4/s320/PICT0181.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bIoH2Wf1U-5sEYQGuHeFtNQwMEqxSEeaWL9dtL4YrPMQ2f6EVjG3F3rM4vS4tWkm7ZPx5aS0rphZ3BcePIaHHOV24e5lXUdTphL2CNsyUOdILnRb0c73HEbeewaqY-5_tFhPdU9-98os/s1600/PICT0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">turcii au cocotat fortul sus de tot, pe muntele care se ridica direct din mare. ajung intr-o piateta si ma cam dezamageste izul turistic. niste doammne de la un restaurant, si el turistic, imi fac semn unde sa imi parchez utilajul. le multumesc frumos, pentru ca inteleg de la ele ca mai sus e cam greu de urcat motorizat. trag cu ochiul la nite fete cunoscute, sunt rusii din autocarul de la troia, ii recunosc dupa parfumul excesiv si hainele de discoteca de la mamaia. niste gagici din spate zic ceva cu "rumanski", probabil mi-au vazut abtibildul de tara pe aripa din spate a motorului.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghUsEv1b8ucfa8pNNihrMVZ_NsAWXnPVMSzLdZmfbaRHCp5z6IhIqhYToRlKpiJtxOTv_wCK8fgGR0D_4Q5vJ6OWYXXakRyABHwZBPyVfIakI74P8b5Qo1OCd61JakZwLN1Qu8jngcLIL/s1600/PICT0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghUsEv1b8ucfa8pNNihrMVZ_NsAWXnPVMSzLdZmfbaRHCp5z6IhIqhYToRlKpiJtxOTv_wCK8fgGR0D_4Q5vJ6OWYXXakRyABHwZBPyVfIakI74P8b5Qo1OCd61JakZwLN1Qu8jngcLIL/s320/PICT0195.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">ma distrez cum o sa le spuna ghidul in ruseste despreoraselul asta care a fost patria lui aristotelski :))</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">eu urc si ma minunez. ulitele sunt pieptis in sus. de fapt e orasel turistic, dar eu am prins offseason, si ora asta spre inserat, deci deodata lucrurile par mai naturale. soarele picteaza umbre lungi, e ora la care lumina e cea mai frumoasa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8TRfCNpg_ud8oP5OaQUaycaiSdRpBT_46eyqUOyU2-1fghS3S6OcOZFAIDB9btAvOWk0wiqIHJl3nvH0iH6xdF76s-ws2pBMhpB53ELpNn4t1FYzyBwYnGejdxIPtbUXP6oc988DxOsu/s1600/PICT0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8TRfCNpg_ud8oP5OaQUaycaiSdRpBT_46eyqUOyU2-1fghS3S6OcOZFAIDB9btAvOWk0wiqIHJl3nvH0iH6xdF76s-ws2pBMhpB53ELpNn4t1FYzyBwYnGejdxIPtbUXP6oc988DxOsu/s320/PICT0197.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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peste tot sunt mici pensiuni frumusele, cu 2-3 camere, e linistit si placut, si sunt curti mici, inghesuite si verzi. cum o fi sa vinzi maruntisuri sub stanca aia in fiecare zi? cand ma gandesc la amaratii in birouri cu cubicles...<br />
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se lasa seasra, eu caut cu privirea un camping printre sutele de "beach clubs" parasite. la unele scrie ca "ofera cazare", altele spun ca au "mancare buna", tot in romaneste :) opresc la un chiosc sa iau o paine, un pic de cascaval si un efes, apoi mai misc motoreta vreo 100m, pana in camping. o zi scurta in numar de kilometri, dar lunga in senzatii si incantari. noapte buna! scot adormit castile din urechi, sa aud valurile mici si lenese.<br />
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e seara si eu sunt pe malul mediteranei. cat e de frumos! uite asa de frumos<br />
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sunt intr-un camping in küçükkuyu, de fapt o plaja cu maslini fosnitori. e umezeala, mi-am pus un hanorac pe mine. seara am mancat doar niste paine cu cascaval, si am baut un efes. nu tot cascavalul a fost al meu. au venit astia mici sa ceara, n-aveam cum sa ii refuz<br />
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azi a fost o zi minunata. cald si frumos, iar eu am intrat prima data in turcia profunda. l-am lasat pe çan ca sa plec spre troia. un drumeag ca un mic rollercoaster ma duce la ilionul nu e cine stie ce, dar e aproape de cannakale. in primul rand e plin de japonezi, si intrarea e 15 lire. daca esti turc poti sa iti faci muze-kart, cu 20 lire. cu asta poti sa intri la orice obiectiv turistico-cultural din turcia, un an intreg. la intrare jumate din japonezi fac poze la fiecare geam al unui cal troian kitschios, pus acolo special pentru ei. sunt sigur ca habar n-au de iliada.<br />
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cealalta jumatate de japonezi fac coada la buda. iar eu ii spionez pe arheologi<br />
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ma incurc intre cele noua niveluri ale cetatii si trebuie sa imi schimb ritmul pasilor, sa raman fie inaintea grupului de rusi cu ghid, care ma urmareste. ilionul pare un deal arid, o gramada de pietre cu maslini deasupra, taiat in doua de santul lui schliemann. dar poti sa juri ca zidurile vibreaza. vibreaza de oamenii are au trait si murit aici din motivul lacomiei, sub pretextul frumusetii femeii. e cald rau, desi e aproape octombrie. dureaza enorm pana imi pun din nou echipamentul, ma frige ca l-am lasat legat cu un antifurt pe motocicleta. sunt pun contactul si plec, lasandu-i pe japonezi cu aparatele lor, eu cu drumurile si dealurile mele.<br />
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parasesc drumul batut, spre appolon syntheion. dealurile samotraciei par deja alta tara. parca s-au jucat niste uriasi cu niste pietre enorme. si imi place, pentru prima oara sunt cu adevarat pe backroads, eu care urasc drumurile batute. ma dau in rollercoaster, ma joc coborand panta cu motorul oprit, ca pe bicicleta.<br />
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cu fiecare viraj imi creste sufletul. simt cum ma repar, cum devin mai mult eu, asa singur pe drumul asta pe care intalnesti o masina la minim jumatate de ora. satele sunt mici, saracacioase, drumul se ingusteaza intre zidurile caselor, mi se pare ca o sa ma ratacesc. opresc si beau cu pofta din izvoare cu rugaciuni sapate in litere arabe.<br />
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turcul cu scuterul se prinde ca eu caut camping, ma grabeste sa pornesc vaca si sa ma tin dupa el. vjjj-vjjj, are un piaggio x-evo, cu motor de 400, e practic o motocicleta. ma duce pe niste strazi undeva la un fle de cora-carrefour. se numeste "kipa" neinspirat pentru o tara musulmana :)<br />
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in parcare ma trimite dupa haleala in magazin. blufez, zic ca am, desi am doar vreo doua ciocolatele si o punga mica de alune. ma pune sa scot harta. n-am harta scot gps-ul, se plictiseste imediat de el. imi intinde mana hotarat si facem cunostinta: " i em çan (ç se citeste ci)! i em solgiăr!" ma pune sa pornesc din nou, ma vajaie repejor pe multe strazi, ajungem pe un deal cu un cartier nou de blocuri, unde sta el. in parcare se duce tinta la o masina, scoate harta imi cere un pix si im face turul. aici te opesti, aici ai camping, aici nu e misto de vazut. aflu ca el face din cand in cand touring cu scuterul si cu nevasta (semnul de nevasta e sa arati banda pe degetul inelar). a avut motocicleta, un monstru de R1, dar e mai practic piaggio asta. imi da harta cadou, ma pune sa pornesc, in timp ce el a plecat deja. eu ma bat cu vantul sa imi rearanjez boarfele, apoi incerc sa manevrez vacuta. prost, pentru ca pun piciorul gresit si ea se culca linistita pe o parte, cele 200 kg ale ei fiind cam mult petru cele 60 ale mele. çan vine, ma ajuta sa o pun pe roti (a ridicat-o aproape singur).<br />
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apoi pornim. vjjj vjjj stradute incurcate, intram in oras, iesim din el, si ajungem la o poarta prin care se vede marea. inauntru pare pustiu, e un camping dezafectat, sau asa pare, cu niste ruine de corturi mari, o terasa inchisa si altecorturi jerpelite la intrare, langa un umbrar. çan declare multumit: camping! eu opresc motorul, dau jos bagajul, apoi am asez si eu la masa. çan pare sa ii stie pe astia, iar ei par foarte saraci si amarati, si prietenosi. stam un pic, imi trag sufletul, apoi çan imi cere cortul. ceadîr. se declanseaza o industrie intreaga, toti turcii trag de cortul meu sa il ridice. eu pot si singur, dar nu-i chip sa ii refuz. in graba mi-au spart o piesa de plastic, dar n-am de ce sa ma supar.<br />
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vazandu-ma cu acoperis propriu, soldatul meu zie ca-s ok, deci el pleaca. ma saluta si vjjjjj. eu raman cu paznicii. sunt o familie: tatal, mama o fetita de 10 si una de 2 ani. ma cheama la masa cu ei, sub un bec chior. incpeem sa vorbim. nu ca am cunoaste o limba comuna. le spun ca nu e chiar misto in romania, ei zic ca in turcia e foarte frumos. asa si e, le inteleg patriotismul, doar ca nu pot sa le opun unul la fel de convins. tatal e zafer, fetita cea mare e burcin, iar cea mica e azra. pe mama am uitat din prima cum o cheama. au niste feţe foarte asiatice. ajung epede la doua concluzii:celalalt oaspete din camping, un turc cu o masina veche si un cort albastru e un "pezevenghi". eu nu-s, in schimb cica seman cu ricky martin. copiii rad tare de gluma lui zafer. stam, bem ceai si vorbim. burcin isi aduce caietul de engleza, si repetam mecanic cuvinte aratand la desene. ne intelegem de minune. apoi vine ora de culcare. foarte bine, caci de la oboseala ma lua cu frisoane, si nici afara nu e chiar cald. ma duc in cort si imi pornesc playerul, in starea aia minunata dinainte de somn.<br />
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deodata poc-poc in peretele cortului. niste rasteli: ortac, ortac! stai ma ca ies. ies. çan s-a intros, cu nevasta-sa. nu e chiar draguta dar are ceva foarte feminin si interesant. mi-a adus un cadou: o pelerina de ploaie. n-am ce face cu ea, e din plastic de punga, s-ar rupe in 10 km pe motor. dar e un gest foarte frumos. çan a adus un dictionar electronic. nu merge. sau merge dar n-are el rabdare sa umble cu gadgetul. aflu in schimb eu cum sa ii multumesc frumos, in turceste. apoi mai stam un pic la taclale. mai mult ei, eu sunt deja adormit si incep sa inteleg mai putin limba universala. deodata, repezit, çan se riidca si da seara buna, isi urca gagica pe x-evo si vajaie in noapte, spre cartierul lui nou.<br />
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eu adorm, fara vise, fara macar sa aud sirenele cargoboturilor. <br />
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dimineata ma intampina burcin. insista sa mergem la magazin sa cumparam ceva pentru masa de dimineata. cica e aproape. e am doar o casca, si cam zero experienta cu pasager. ii dau ei casca, si pornim. e chiar frigut, iar mie imi curg lacrimile de la vant. pe drum cine vajaie? intrebare e 100 puncte. exact! tot soldatul. de data asta chiar are uniforma de camuflaj. im aduc aminte de aseara, cand i-am zis ca eu ma ocup cu "grafik", ca el zicea ca el face " terorist bum bum" cu degetele aranjate in forma de pusca. ma grabeste sa ma intorc de la magazin. iau niste buscuitei pentru copii,cu gandul ca eu o sa mananc pe drum. cand ajungem inapoi in camping çan facuse sant dand ture in fata cortului. ma repede sa strangem, ma urca pe motor si plecam, abia apucand sa im iau ramas bun. am vrut sa platesc, a zis ca nu ca e aranjat. <br />
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inapoi la kipa. intram, ne asezam, comanda. insist sa platesc, insista sa plateasca. suntem clar "ortaci" asa ca il las pana la urma. mi-o da la telefon pe sora lui. din balbaiala ei se vede ca fata s-a straduit cam un sfert e ora sa compuna ce trebuie sa imi comunice din partea lui. aflu ca çan a hotarat la un moment dat ca zafer si ei lui nu sunt de incredere. sora e foarte bucuroasa ca am inteles mesajul. çan are o expresie multumita. aflu ce se intampla cand bariera lingvistica acopera dorinta de comunicare. atunci scoti un pix si un servetel, si incepi sa scrii cifre. cat castiga omul in romania, cat castiga in turcia, cat costa o masina, cat costa o casa. e minunat :)<br />
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apoi, la fel de grabit, se uita la ceas, si se ridica. ne salutam foarte prieteneste. ii mai multumesc odata pentru tot. çok teşerkkurler çan! apoi el vajj-vjjj la cazarma, eu brummm-brumm spre troiavruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Çanakkale/Çanakkale Province, Turkey40.155312 26.4141640.0897115 26.297430499999997 40.220912500000004 26.5308895tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-12515862039435513452010-11-22T18:58:00.002+02:002010-11-22T18:58:54.305+02:00putina organizare!gata, reiau povestea. si imi cer scuze ca am descoperit abia acum comentariile :)vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-61767647496718857792010-11-02T18:13:00.002+02:002010-11-08T23:16:31.027+02:00spre sud, spre asiama trezesc devreme, obligat de camera fara draperii. la lumina zilei hotelul pare mai amarat ca aseara, nu ca m-as plange. mananc niste nimicuri si beau sfertul de suc care i-a ramas si mi se pare un mic dejun copios. profit inca o data de apa calda si pe urma ma car cu tot carabalacul jos. un alt nene e la receptie, dar pare cumplit de overdressed pentru locul si indatoririle lui. ce e misto e ca incerc sa ii zic ceva in engleza dar ma roaga sa ii vorbesc in franceza. aflu cu mirare ca chiar stiu franceza foarte bine de la tv5, desi chiuleam in liceu la greu. ma ajuta sa imi pun bagajele, ba chiar imi leaga mai bine decat ma gandisem eu izoprenul. ne spunem "au revoir!" fara sa o credem, apoi iau iarasi calea lui "londra asfalti" si vruummm afara din edirne.<br />
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neeeaaaah. e un soare minunat! dar e si primul vant cumplit pe care il intalnesc pe motor. bai! s-o numi blogul asta windrides, da' nici chiar asa! sunt rafale hard din stanga, dar nu toate de aceeasi putere. unele mai anemice te pacalesc, apoi vin alea tari. de pe contrasens intalnesc trenuri de tiruri, care adauga sau dupa caz substrag din vant. reusesc doar sa ma tin de vacuta devenita naravasa, si spun mici rugaciuni atee la capatul dealurilor, unde cateodata vantul decide sa bata la fel de puternic, dintr-o data, din dreapta. si da! imi place de mor, pentru ca si vantul asta nasol face parte din calarit motorul! asa am inceput sa progresez la snowboard, cand nu mi-a mai fost frica de cazaturi, cand mi-am dat seama ca sunt parte integranta. doar ca mi s-au terminat bateriile din mp3 player, iar oamenii de la benzinarii ma asigura ca o sa gasesc altele doar in orasele.<br />
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bai e drum misto, s-a facut deja cald si opresc in uzunkopru sa mananc ceva. un orasel cu ataturk la intrare, si cu mai multe tractoare decat masini. de fapt in orice orasel sau satuc din turcia strada principala se numeste bulevardul attaturk.<br />
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la un "ciorba salonu" turcii se bucura ca cer naut si linte si muzaca, iar eu mananc de sparg. imi iau niste casti din alea cu cauciuc, de intra in urechi ca dopurile, si niste baterii, asa ca restul drumului e si mai misto, cu muzica. si apoi si mai misto, pentru ca ajung pe malul marii. curbe faine, de 80 la ora si valuri in stanga. mai opresc, mai trag o poza, apoi gaz catre ecceabat.<br />
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si ajung. chiar langa mare niste turisti se pozeaza cu o statuie a tunarului turc, care cara un obuz. mie mi se pare ca arata ca un personaj din statuia cu rascoala de la 1907, care era inainte in parc la obor.<br />
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zic pana la urma sa trec in asia, asa ca ma indrept spre ferry. cand ajung niste turci ma grabesc ca cica pleaca barcazul. eu am timp dar ma entuziasmeaza ei. platesc in viteza si pun vacuta pe punte, dupa masina unor englezi.<br />
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fac cateva poze, apoi vad cum vaporul incepe sa se incline vertiginos spre dreapta, iar motocicleta mea are cric doar pe stanga :P asa ca pune-te proptea pana la oprire...<br />
demarez de pe punte si pun piciorul in asia abia in prima intersectie, apoi am indrept spre fortul cannakale, care are si muzeu. la intarre e un soldat in full gear, cu mitraliera and all, pitit dupa un zid urias de saci de nisip. pe bune? :))<br />
dar tipul e ok, im face semn une sa imi parchez motorul, in raza lui vizuala. platesc biletul, dar fara hotia de taxa foto. intru si ma minunez de tunuri si de fort. intru in muzeu, e cam ca alea de la noi mai aranjate, dar intr-un colt au un baiat imbracat in soldat din primul razboi mondial. se cearta cu niste manechine de colonei si generali. dincolul de ridicolul inerent, bai! chiar s-au intamplat lucruri in batalia pentru helespont. vreo 100.000 de morti si 400.000 raniti, de ambele tabere.<br />
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ard niste poze. nuu! chiar le ard ca nush ce am facut la aparatul meu foto vechi si prost. ies din fort, apoi am plimb pe faleza. e frumos la cannakale, si soarele coboara peste dardanele. lumea e relaxata, sta la terase, se plimba pe faleza sau pe dig, copii ies de la scoala se duc acasa, inapoi peste mare.<br />
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in drum spre vacuta mea ii vad strabunica parcata pe o straduta. a dracu baba ce bine arata! <br />
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drumul urca prin paduri, cu serpentine stramte dar foarte frumoase. golul alpin parca e mai jos in balcani. trec de <i>guliamata dinozaurata, guliamata tunata</i>, apoi niste monumente comuniste dubioase, pe care le-am denumit, in traditia exploratorilor, <i>guliamata flacarata si ozeneeta.</i><br />
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ajung intr-un loc unde drumul spre stara zagora e in lucru si le zic un <i>"dobr den!"</i> hotarat unui inginer de drumuri si unui militian care pazesc bariera. sunt incantati de motor. si ei cred ca sunt din germania, dar ii linistesc. ma intreaba de cilindree, de an, in timp de in spatele lor, la vreo 50 de metri, trec niste caprioare cu iezi, ca si cum ar fi cea normal. astept cam mut, si nimeresc in spatele unei coloane de sase autobuze goale, care o iau pe drumul ocolitor. gropile sunt periculoase chiar si pentru roata de 19 a vacutei, asa ca imi temperez elanul. si merg incet si se mai aduna si niste nori. nu imi e frica de ploaie, face si ea parte din motociclism, dar n-am chef sa o experimentez chiar asa curand.<br />
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<b>Florence and the Machine - Kiss with a fist</b><br />
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si aud pe curbe mai departe:<br />
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<b>Pink Floyd - Welcome To The Machine</b><br />
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<b>Pink Floyd - Have a Cigar</b><br />
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coborand scap de autobuze, pe rand, si imi dau seama ce usor e sa depasesti cu motocicleta. merg spre kalzanlak, apoi stara zagora unde ma ratacesc total, si ajung pe autostrada a2. mentin tupeul si nu consult gps-ul, insa stiu ca ma luat-o bine, adica inapoi spre oras. e cald tare la campie, si opresc intr-o parcare, dupa ce merg pentru prima oara cu 150. in parcare mananca un camionagiu cu figura de actor de filme cu batai - categoria C. e cumsecade, imi explica cum sa o iau, apoi imi da un carlsberg la 0.33, pe care il beau dintr-o suflare si o transpir imediat. vine din anglia, cara in camion o yamaha yzf 750, luata cu 700 lire de acolo. e tare mandru de ea, se uita de sus la vacuta :) plec spre simeonovgrad, pe care rar il gasesc pe indicatoare iar la un moment dat o iau cum imi spune instinctul, pe niste drumege de tara cu bolta de copaci. sunt singur, e minunat, ii dau 100 desi e foarte denivelat.<br />
ma mai ratacesc odata incercand sa apuc spre granita, dar ma descurca un nene de la o vulcanizare. spre granita se aglomereaza urat, plin de tir-uri. pun ultima data benzina bulgareasca ieftina. trec de granita bulgareasca, apoi ajung in tromba la turci. fac balet cand opresc, caci pe jos e foarte alunecos, asezonat cu bule de ulei de motor. aflu de la doamna de acolo ca trebuia sa imi puna si politia stampila, dar nu era nimeni in ghereta politiei cand am trecut eu. ma intorc ca pieton, imi iau stampila, si intru in turcia. edirne e aproape, dar se intuneca si ajung pe noapte. o iau pe "londra asfalti" adica bulevardul lor principal. e haos mare, e aglomeratie, iar sensurile sunt despartite de o bordura uriasa. turcii merg pe contrasens, cu scutere tunate cu neoane albastre. opresc in centru, parchez vacuta in zona pietonala si mananc foarte bun, linte, naut, pui cu orez. turcii se aseaza la masa mea fara sa ceara voie, si pare ca e ceva normal. din moscheea uriasa se aude rugaciunea de seara, melodioasa si ignorata de localnici.<br />
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ma satur, incalec cu gandul sa gasesc un camping pentru care vazusem semne inainte de oras. nu il gasesc, dar o iau vertiginos spre autostrada inspe istanbul. nu e bine, e seara, frig si negru, si parca am descoperit america cand vad iesirea inapoi spre edirne. straat iar centrul, intreb de hotel dar sunt numia din alea scumpe. ajung spre periferie si vad un hotelas pe margine, un nnee mavede ca incetinesc si imi afce semn. intru si aflu ca o camera e 45 lire, cam 90 lei. le zic ca eu caut camping, asa ca lasa camera la 60 lei, plus promisiuni solemne ca vacuta o sa fie super pazita. proaspat iesit din dus, ma uit la "trazniti in nato" varianta turceasca, la un televizor mic si adorm cu acumulatorii, gps-ul si telefonul in priza. azi am facut 380 kmvruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0Edirne, Turkey41.6666667 26.566666741.6025492 26.449937199999997 41.7307842 26.6833962tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-48652845333337507602010-10-18T01:31:00.002+03:002010-11-02T17:13:21.512+02:00prima zidunarea o trec incetinind, cu vreo 30 la ora peste "podul prieteniei" <br />
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imi aduc aminte primele mele iesiri din tara, cum se statea aiurea la granita, cum se uitau urat vamesii si politistii de frontiera. acum vama de la giurgiu e ghost town, un politist deranjat de zgomotul (oricum discret) al vacutei imi face semn a lehamite sa trec. balgarski militia rade cand intreb de rovinieta. nu e nici la noi, de ce ar fi la ei?<br />
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apoi centura orasului russe, cu prostituate urate, mai urate decat alea de la noi. una singura cu o oarecare "pozitionare" pe piata - avea o sapca alba, cu ancora, de toata frumusetea, asa ca o sa o numim de-acum incolo curva-amiral. bulgarii au un umor aparte, intotdeauna neintentionat :) de aia trec pe langa indicatoare cu (probabil) "atentie copii" scris in bulgareste, si tradus cu constiinciozitatea ignorantei: "save the child!" cu tot cu semnul exclamarii. si drumul abia incepe. opresc rar, doar aparatul imi spune in continuare "unable to use card". si de fapt sunt in luna de miere cu vacuta, de aia nu prea imi arde de oprit, ci de calarit. auzisem tot felul de povesti cu bulgaria, despre cate echipaje de politie puse pe ciupeala sunt, despre ce drumuri nasoale au. o fi asa, dar nu in drumul spre veliko tarnovo. opresc reflex cand vad un rompetrol, e doar un automatism prost, care ma tine aproape de confortul lucrruilor cunoscute.<br />
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bai! incepe sa fie din ce in ce mai frumos. incep si curbe largi, si serpentine, si incep sa imi dau seama cum e cu motociclismul! e ca la snowboard, nu poate fi explicat in cuvinte. esti in viteza, in curba, si te apropii de drum. asfaltul fuge rapid sub tine. tot ce ai in cap si in corp iti spune ca nu e in regula, ca nu se poate sa faci asta, fizic, ca o sa cazi, ca nu ar trebui sa fii asa de jos, asa de aproape de asfalt ( sau de zapada, daca esti pe placa) dar lupti contra senzatiei, si stii ca mai jos inseamna mai repede, asa ca incepi sa dansezi, stanga, dreapta, incepi sa intelegi viteza, drumul, sa simti. treci la next level, ala dupa care ai tanjit un an. de fapt nu doar un an, ci cam dintotdeauna. aplecat spre dreapta ma bucur de un viraj superb, iar de pe sensul opus apare de dupa stanci un alt eu, cu o vacuta tot rosie, dar mai noua. si tipul, in loc de salutul obisnuit prfera sa ranjeasca in casca (sau asa presupun eu) si sa imi faca V-ul victoriei. da ma! ii raspund la salut, stie si el ce stiu si eu, si nu trebuie sa oprim si sa comunicam mai mult ca sa transmitem asta. si trec pe sub veliko tarnovo. da. parca e rivendell, capitala elfilor, asezat pe o coasta de munte, cu soseaua trecand prin tunel, pe dedesubt. se insereaza si eu depasesc dryanovo, incepand sa ma gandesc la camping. as fi mers cu harta, dar n-am avut inima sa fiu chiar asa departe incat sa nu iau un gps cu mine, unul imprumutat. nu merg deloc teleghidat, doar il scot rar, cand am dubii serioase cu privire la directie sau cand vreau sa gasesc un loc de dormit.<br />
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opresc la o bomba de pe marginea drumului, unde un bulgar si o bulgaroaica lucreaza de zor sa imbacseasca si mai tare cosmelia care pare ca are de vanzare numai fanta si kamenitza, intr-un frigider. zic hotarat "dobr vecer" si bulgarii se minuneaza. incearca sa ma ghiceasca: sigur sunt neamt. nu-s ma, sunt romanski. aaa.. esti romanski? da de unde stii balgarski. habar n-aveti voi de cate ori am renuntat eu la fotbal, frunza, castelul sau hotii si vardistii ca sa ma uit la leca noshti detza! incepem sa vorbim si descopar ca nu conteaza de fapt cata bulgara stii, ci ca poti sa vorbesti si sa te faci inteles. ma lamuresc ca la primul drum la dreapta e camping, la manastirea dryanovo. cuvantul ci conceptul comun: criza. se numeste la fel si la ei. da nene si la noi e, chiar mai dihai ca la voi. bulgarul stie cum sa scape de criza. imi explica ca tocmai are o afacere in romania, a trimis un camion cu trei tone de unt la bucuresti.<br />
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e seara si se lasa frigul, asa ca scurtul drum pana la camping il fac cu incalzitoarele de maini pornite. boierie! cobor o panta abrupta pana la intrarea in camping. de la distanta ma latra un caine, iar un nene micut si sigur turist ma saluta din cap. opresc motorul si ma intampina o doamna care miroase cumplit a usturoi. e cam zece lei sa imi pun cotul, si douazeci sa stau intr-o casuta. dar n-au card, iar eu nu am scos leva. ma urc in sa din nou si pornesc, promitand intoarcerea. doamna nu ma crede, dar stiu ca o sa ma intorc. dau o fuga si la manastire, insa nici acolo nu primesc carduri, deci hotarasc sa manac doar biscuitii de la benzinarie. dau o fuga pe noapte pana in oras, si descopar ca noaptea nu ai cum sa mergi in siguranta cu mai mult de 80-90 cu faza scurta.. ajung, iau bani de la masina de dat bani, ma intorc. doamna se mira, si im da cheia de la o casuta. noaptea asta sunt prea obosit sa mai pun cortul. am o tentativa sa fac un durs, dar ma apuca lenea, iar dusul gen auschwitz nu ma imbie. sterg constiincios motocicleta de gaze lipite, si de un gainat de pasare care a acoperit cam 50% din far. si ma bucur ca nu m-a nimerit in viziera :D imi mananc biscuitii si imi beau sucul in fata casutei, uitandu-ma la stele. in prima mea zi in afara orasului am mers 222 km, si mi-a placut fiecare centimetru!vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com1Dryanovo, Bulgaria42.970743141894836 25.44776916503906242.955042641894835 25.418586665039062 42.986443641894837 25.476951665039063tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-32568922281864139092010-10-15T16:23:00.000+03:002010-10-15T16:23:42.890+03:00inainte de plecare :Dmi-am luat ultimele lucuri necesare chiar in dimineata plecarii. eram usor, fara trac, doar grabit sa fiu cat mai repede pe drum. pe drumuri.<br />
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mama s-a invartit pe langa mine, incercand sa para ocupata. inca ma simt vinovat cand la 16 ani am plccat pentru prima oara pe munte. atunci nu avea multa lume telefon mobil. a vrut sa o sun. nu am avut de unde. cand m-am intors avea urticarie din cauza stresului. m-a ajutat sa leg bagajele si am fost gata. cam nor, cam rece. lasa ca se face vreme buna.<br />
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poza, una inainte de plecare. din pacate cu aparatul meu depasit moral. cum? "unable to read card? ei lasa ca iau altul, si poza de acum o fac cu memoria interna. sanchi! memoria era plina. asa ca ce sa fac? dau la prima sa o sterg. mama, langa mine se uita si ea. nu stiu ce poze sunt acolo. dar descopar. fosta mea prietena imi facuse intr-un moment intim o poza... una cu o mandrete de erectie. am sters repede, sperand sa nu fi vazut. si am vrut sa rasuflu usurat. n-am putut :) din pacate urmatoarea imagine era un zoom in al anterioarei :))). clank mandibula flip-up, viziera de soare sa nu mi se vada ochii, si repede in sa, spre giurgiu!vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-74539820217399959762010-10-15T15:49:00.000+03:002010-10-15T15:49:28.573+03:00man, machine, planthe man:<br />
eu. vreo 60 si ceva de kile. o mana paradita, una buna. aptitudini mecanice_zero. aptitudini de pilotaj: o saptamana in bucuresti, plus multe ture in poligon. aptitudini sociale: cateodata decente, alte dati dezastruoase. experienta in campare: moderata spre mare. engleza si franceza<br />
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"vacuta", adica bmw f650 din '98, monocilindru, rosie (nu ca asta ar conta). vreo 200 kg. parbriz normal original. cauciucuri 80% on 20% off heidenau. ambreiaj mutat in dreapta, sub frana fata, e singurul mod in care pot sa conduc. fara pregatiri speciale pentru drumul asta lung, in afara de un topcase imprumutat de la un amic si o geanta de voiaj pe locul pasagerului. si un gps (prost) imprumutat si el<br />
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sud-vestul turciei. fara destinatii de bifat, mai degraba o directie generala, unde sa ma (ne?) duca drumul.vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-60595157752562565172010-10-15T15:40:00.000+03:002010-10-15T15:40:20.044+03:00lonely riderde ce sa calaresc singur? uita-te in jur, pana la marginile campului tau vizual. tine minte ce ai vazut. apoi ia doi oameni la intamplare. pune-i in fata ta. incearca sa iti dai seama cat de mult ti-au ingustat orizontul. apoi gandeste-te apoi gandeste-te cum ar fi sa vezi obturat in felul asta, timp de aproape patru mii de kilometri. prea multa lume de pierdut...vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203987151659824834.post-8159139308427223722010-10-14T01:58:00.001+03:002010-10-15T12:18:05.248+03:00drum bun!a durat enorm. a durat un an sa ajung sa merg legal pe motocicleta, si asta doar din cauza ca am mana asta asa cum a fost de la inceput. dar am putut. si am reusit. si acum am ajuns in sfarsit gata de drum. sfarsitul unui drum, inceputul mutor altora.<br />
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mergi "in masina", "in avion", "in autobuz", si, chiar cu farmecul aparte "in tren". insa mergi pe motocicleta, se misca efectiv corpul tau, asezat deasupra masinariei, prin lume. tu. cand o calaresti nici nu o vezi, si e o senzatie extraordinar de apropiata de aia de zbor, din vis. poate si un pic deathwish ascuns, poate si un pic dorinta de fugit spre lucruri simple. cald, frig, soare, ploaie, deal si vale. mii de kilometri. de capul tau. poti sau nu poti?<br />
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departe-departe. sau repede-repede. dar mie imi place mai mult departe-departe. sunt oameni care au plecat in turul lumii la cateva zile dupa ce au invatat sa conduca. eu am plecat doar spre sud, spre frumos si cald din mai multe unghiuri, asta la o saptamana dupa ce am avut si carnet. nu, nu a fost inconstienta. a fost dorinta si dor de duca, de lume si de drum. un teambuilding eficient, cu mine insumi. singur. o iesire din miopia de zi cu zi, din discutiile astea imbecile din birouri aglomerate si imbacsite. mai taceti in pula mea cu discutiile despre ploaie si vreme! ca oricum stati in cutii toata ziua, toata viata. va credeti mia importanti, mai oameni decat sunteti de fapt. si viata e mult, mult mai mult. cheie. choke. buton de contact. buton de start. a-ntaia in jos. ambreiaj si acceleratie. go baby go!vruum-vruumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03858149836582829831noreply@blogger.com1Bucuresti 021689, Romania44.437711 26.09736744.3151425 25.8639075 44.5602795 26.330826499999997