Prauge to Istanbul in 3 days = ......
Happy croozin through the rolling hills of the Slovak Republic and
Hungry. Crossing into Serbia we find ourselves presented with a 120
Euro bill for their Grun Karte (a special car insurance for tourists
with absolutely no function). To the suprise of Serbian boarder
control we pull a Uey, wave to our friends on the Hungerian side of
the fence and head for Romania in search of better fortune. Our gamble
pays off and our wedge is saved.
Into Romania we notice a correlation between the heat and the locals
exurbarance behind the wheel. The combination of dodgy roads and a
universally mavrick driving style demands a sense of humour and total
concentration. Observing the over-taking ritual on these unsealed
single lanes we find that a mutal congratulatory flash is good
practice to signal success in avoiding near death. But a complimentray
two-hour servicing from some boys in a dusty garage restored our faith
in the Romanain nation.
The road leaving Romania becomes increasingly exciting. Wanting to
prove my independence i stupidly decline a police escort to the road
for Bulgeria. The extent of the mistake becomes obvious when the good
road, which seconds as a train track, becomes a combination of debris
the size of dumper trucks and car size crators. To my delight, after
overcomming these, the path is blocked by an enourmous mountain of
rock. A quick Uey and back to the relative saftey of the train track.
Brilliant. Within an hour the road clears. A futher 30 minutes and we
find ourselves facing arrest or substatial fines for speeding. I
expres my doubt to the police, arguing that the 50cc scooter that was
overtaking me at the time i was apparently speeding was more deserving
of this penalty. Predictably this fails so I resort to lying through
my teeth and assure them I will thank them on British national
television for their understanding.
Success.
Bulgeria and the Balkan Penninsular pass without hitch and our first
kebab in Turkey comes as a well earned treat. Must crack on, its hot
in the Turkish desert and Iran calls.
Ian.
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