Hi everyone this is Paola, Carlotta and Luca.
Unfortunately we had to leave Olivia and Yves in Russia to run and manage to get through the Russian gate before the 30th the date in which it was expiring. The adventure within the three of us started at noon. We drove like crazy along the 'Silk road' stopping just once. We met peolpe on the way who kept giving Carlotta melons and watermelons as a present for the journey. It sounded more like the 'fruit road' to us. During the journey a cow risked a shock for the driving of Paola. Luckily she couldn't talk. She would have surely insulted her. The sun was setting down. The drive kept going faster and faster to reach the border. 45 km away from Kazakistan a policeman stopped us to check Carlotta's papers. He pointed a gun to Luca who asked to move it away, just in case...To the question: 'Any drugs to declare?' Carlotta answered 'yes' as she doesn't understand a word of Russian and always sais 'Yes' with a big smile. This time we only risked a pleasant stay in prison. Almost hopeless we finally got to the boarder at 9.00 pm. After the Russian gate we drove throught the 'Land of nobody' and found ourselves in front of a lake. No streets, no lights. The question was: 'and now??'. At that moment we saw some lights moving towards us: a floating platform carried us and some other cars to the other side of the lake. In front of us was the entrance to Kazakistan. A couple of hours and a few wedding proposals (flattering Paola and Carlotta) later we finally touched the Kazaki land. We all desperately dreamt of a bed to sleep. We were told we would have found a hotel just 50 km away from us. We increased the speed and left, sure to find the way. No chance. Two minutes later we were lost in the middle of nowhere. All around us was the desert. Just sand. No one to ask for directions. Not even a cow. We kept on driving around like crazy hoping to find the wright street. Panic and tiredness was dominating us. We had to go back to the boarder and ask remembering to have seen two Mongol Rally cars (friends!!!!). Unfortunatly the gate was locked and tour Mongol Rally 'friends' were blocked inside. Finally someone stopped and drove us throuought the desert to the nearest village. The moon was the only light on the way and Luca was scared to death because he was the only man with two girls. We got lost again and stopped a minivan on the streeet. It was the Police!!!!Our safety. They drove us to the nearest 'Hotel': nothing else then the home of a Kazaki man with some rooms but no bathroom, no sheets and towels, no water at all!!!! Terrible night. This is the end of our day 8 of our mongolian adventure....
Unfortunately we had to leave Olivia and Yves in Russia to run and manage to get through the Russian gate before the 30th the date in which it was expiring. The adventure within the three of us started at noon. We drove like crazy along the 'Silk road' stopping just once. We met peolpe on the way who kept giving Carlotta melons and watermelons as a present for the journey. It sounded more like the 'fruit road' to us. During the journey a cow risked a shock for the driving of Paola. Luckily she couldn't talk. She would have surely insulted her. The sun was setting down. The drive kept going faster and faster to reach the border. 45 km away from Kazakistan a policeman stopped us to check Carlotta's papers. He pointed a gun to Luca who asked to move it away, just in case...To the question: 'Any drugs to declare?' Carlotta answered 'yes' as she doesn't understand a word of Russian and always sais 'Yes' with a big smile. This time we only risked a pleasant stay in prison. Almost hopeless we finally got to the boarder at 9.00 pm. After the Russian gate we drove throught the 'Land of nobody' and found ourselves in front of a lake. No streets, no lights. The question was: 'and now??'. At that moment we saw some lights moving towards us: a floating platform carried us and some other cars to the other side of the lake. In front of us was the entrance to Kazakistan. A couple of hours and a few wedding proposals (flattering Paola and Carlotta) later we finally touched the Kazaki land. We all desperately dreamt of a bed to sleep. We were told we would have found a hotel just 50 km away from us. We increased the speed and left, sure to find the way. No chance. Two minutes later we were lost in the middle of nowhere. All around us was the desert. Just sand. No one to ask for directions. Not even a cow. We kept on driving around like crazy hoping to find the wright street. Panic and tiredness was dominating us. We had to go back to the boarder and ask remembering to have seen two Mongol Rally cars (friends!!!!). Unfortunatly the gate was locked and tour Mongol Rally 'friends' were blocked inside. Finally someone stopped and drove us throuought the desert to the nearest village. The moon was the only light on the way and Luca was scared to death because he was the only man with two girls. We got lost again and stopped a minivan on the streeet. It was the Police!!!!Our safety. They drove us to the nearest 'Hotel': nothing else then the home of a Kazaki man with some rooms but no bathroom, no sheets and towels, no water at all!!!! Terrible night. This is the end of our day 8 of our mongolian adventure....
3 comments:
avete raggiunto manfre????????
ciao ge
speriamo domani !!!!
raga, non abbattetevi tutto si risolverà tenetemi informato dovete arrivare alla meta tutti quanti ciao guido il meca
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