Last time I posted was in Slovak as I admired the way how sun swallows the mountains. This was the beginning of my snowboarding holiday. I began my boarding trip in to one village named Zidar. There was a smal local importance mountain, but for me as a person who livs in to a flat land, it was perfect place to start. Hostel where I stopt was very homey and grabbed me immediately in to its social life, which was to me a new and a little bit weird experience, but I was open for all opportunities ... Next stop I a ride I on a very ice Jasna next to city named byLipstousky there I banged pretty hard my knee, so I decided to move forward and make a smole pause to a boarding. In to Bratislaava I therapied myself littel bit because I was geting cold somewhere, and I washed my laundry, it take an entire day. The second day I walked around the city and most enjoyable and memorable was how the bronze statue stared forward how the street musician played in real life. I continued on the third day my journey in to Austrian capital Vienna. I spent there three nights, days full a lot of walking.It's The city filled a lots of mysterious statues which start talking mystical stories. Quick-stop in to Salcburg I asked information about for a good place to ride on snow.And I arrived there nearly 9 o'clok pm.There in Zell-am-See was very cool tourist information automat. I decided to spend a nights outside. I visited two days in two different mountains very pleasant memories. night stopover in Innsbruck's railway station. Again I lead a way for some tourists and first time I felt in the journey that I would have to secure the luggage against thefs. I met one very wierd backpacker. In morning I move forward in to Zurich there half day of walking,I didn't find any place to spend a night and the feeling was very good. I decided to move on quickly in to the Alps and found somewhere same skiingbase where to go. Lausaane very lovely big city next to great lake, but wildly expensive place.to Bex, to Gryon and when I arrived there, it was dark and fog everywhere, I had serious difficulties finding a hostel but finally everything was ok. I was there for three days in the mountains. Very nice village and very nice, with big, long runs gondel land nearby. I feeld my self there very good and I wanted to get stuck there. Over Lausanne to Genev still same lake nearby, city of many beautiful houses and statues. I take them already typically and I don't notice them anymore. I hear a lot of Russian language on a streets and wondering about it. Mozirne skiingbase in to France, where one side of the mountain is on France side and the second half is on Switzerland. Again very expensive place to find accommodation, but it's village so I stay in to forest. I cook there a lot of fondue and each of hot meals time I'll be very thankful to my best friend, who gifted me this miracle kitchen. I Resting there for three nights, and took things easy. On mountain I feeld that now I'm okay, I can allow to myself even the smallest jumps and Ican brake to full force, and there is no eny pain in to my bady, it feels good. I decided that this is the last place where I'm boarding because I started to worry about my bank acount abilitys. I walk on a street to Bus station when my back will be going to hurt. I transfer a trane in the Lyon station and spending a night in to Marseille. I remembered one Frenchman whom I meted on the Slovak's train he was from this town, and he was littel bit concerned about the large muslim pobulatsooni in he's home town ... Now I understand. Somebody offers me "shit" for smoking, I pass. Niec as arriveing home, so good feeling. I stayed here in 2008 and now it's like I picing up old pieces from my last jorney when Iwas here. I feel like I'm continuing something for half progress. 4 days to rest, back exercises, and I hope that I can send my board to home on Monday. Bank card doesn't make money, meeting all kinds of fears inside of me. On Monday, I feel myself better, inaf to drag my stuff again. Half-way for a post office creates such a pain in to my back that I am no longer able to walk with all my equipment on. I spend whole day in the French hospital an ambulance department waiting in to a order line. I'm getting a handful painkillers and injections, I know that they don't really help, but I hope that I can at least go to the post office. Sending my board home is a full opera. To sent it I must pay more than my pack is actually worth.On a street I geting offer to have a littel money and a couch, I'll accept the suggestion and wondering about that kind possibility at all.I'll buying myself skiing sticks to make it easier to move.I keep Migrating. I meet an Englishman who has traveled like I'm for the last 20 years every summer. A small town in Italy surfer wishes me fortunate way. I go by train to Milan. There I spend all night to walking, because I can't find the only hostel in city. In the morning I go by trane to Venice and there I meet people who are dressed as the 18th century, I get a slight impression of time travel. Because it is an expensive place I decide to move forward in to Trieste.I spend a night between the two streets and on the morning I thank all pover players who are gived me lucky, that none of the trees didn't fall on me such a storm night. Chose to walk because I want to move forward. I be overnight someone's garden, on next morning, workmen notice me just whe I leave. I arrive in Slovenia. I cut a road and walking over the hill and when I coming back on track there are already people who waiting for me to get my guidance. I try to help them, but I can't they ask somebody moor and start moving. I get whit them to Croatia. Spending overnight in woods. A man with a dog past me about 7 meters away and they don't notice me? I Walk next by the sea and wondering over of nature form. I arriv in the Rijeka on the carnival day. Once again offered me the money and a couch. I don't know how to be enough grateful to my luck. This option to write in here is a luxury for me...
I do not know how? I do not know where?
14:01:11 call "What you're already in to Kohtla-J2rve ... why you didn't called ... yes ... it will be aut of your roud about 50 km ... mmm ... yeah ... ok ... I guess do you know Mustvee Statoil it on your half road, ok... I'll be there. " I starded the car on, packed my fridger in to car. Threw my bag as well and the journey has starded.
Friend whom I called. just bought himself a new bus, such a second-hand new bus. We droved direction of Võru. And previously we had agreement that he would take me on, when he staarts a journey back to home. Although I got the impression, that he really did't want to do it.
Fridge, okay, it's a bit strange, that someone decides to go by hitchhiking togeder with his fridge. But I had a thought. what for it stands here in the shed where it's useless, let it serve someone.
Intermediate komentar:
Notwithstanding the impression my friend helped me very much. And this time which we spent together was very instructive. I hope it I will get a chance to write about it, not hide these experiences in to my notebook.
Enemari said ...
And so you stood there in to darkness and said that "here is the beginning of my journey" and you will be gone away. Somehow spooky and dark was. but I thought a yellow circle around you. and I said, over my shoulder, was another story to talk about, but you can hear it when you return. and there was no more sad, Fridge is now in to my kithcen!
Then all kinds of exciting things happened, but I hope to write about thous storys later date. Today I want to share with you my story of Lithuania, then the whole thing does't look so pink.
I woke up after the barking, a distance I hear someone asking, "KTO TAM SPIT." for response, I'm only spy out to my sleepingbag with one eye, to the direction vois. It seems that the company is satisfied with my answer and moving forward. I Stretch myrself out of my warm sleeping bag,and I'll begin to boiling tea with a pile of snow. I think that, I got there 45 minutes of a jobber in my water boiling and cooking same food, when the crowd will came back. At first they immediately ask fast-speaking Latvian questions. I answered for thous questions only, I don't speak Russian. Then they asked only that, where I come from. And now they know that, there is one crazy Estonians, who slept in there wood without asking permission. After some time I get my camp together and I start moving. I'm realy lucky I get a car very soon. And next stop is Lithuanian, Latvian border. The driver speaks only in Latvian language, I don't understand anything. Finally, he pushes me out of the car, and then I realized that he didn't want drive to Lithuania, he just transported me in to border ara. I walk on foot through the whole border area until I arrived of a new state. Lithuanian border guard welcomed me politely. I do not know why,but I repeated automatically same greeting that he said to me, and then he speaks only Russian language to me.He asking for a very long sentence, to see my documents. I'm giving him my ID card, and then he asks where I come from, (I truly understand this issue after two kilometers) but out there I answer "I'm traveling." What is this supposed to mean? But the border guard smiled to me and returned my ID card.
After the border point, I walk in a four-kilometer 1.5 hours before getting hitch, and then also just 20 kilometers further. Well that's okay, I drink hot snow to the bus station and hiked on. Finally I arrive in to a city cender and I start walking out of town. Again, time flies, I don't have enough power row to go, I'll to bag unloading stops in to bus stations to gather power to continue. Sweat runs a T-shirt is soaking wet. I move barely five kilometers in to two hours. I see the day will arrive to the evening, already the sun falls and dimness is goming. Finally I reach the edge of town but there is a row of two fastways. Nobody wants to make there car stop, I walk a false good step and trying to do good face fore drivers, I hope that they will take me up theres cars. Individual drivers will stop at next to me, but when they hear my with Russian language, they will be going fast awy. I will already be in a funk, I don't catch eny cars. some young people is sit inside the car which stops next to me, a small VW bus. I am trying to make myself clear with three Russian-similarity language, but my pronunciation is so bad that even I can't understand anything. In response I get only angry answer "does not speak Russian." This will brighten smile in to my face. English is suites much better to the driver.
Again, they helped me to continue only 20 kilometers. But still I feel very happy. Because I am now the forest where I can once again spend the night without interruption, and does not need to walk a lot. At present it is too dark, so it can't continue to hitchhiking.
I'll above a barrier, and walk in to the forest, and I'll take my wet shirt off and put warm dry shirt on and I'll make up my camp. I cringe in to my sleeping bag which is still slightly damp and cold. I wake up several times, I enter to myself there on road is a trucks not armored trucks, and I try again to get a sleep. This is still difficult because I feel myself freezing, a after some time, to not know exactly whether the fatigue or just really peace on the street, I get sleep, it seems, I even feel my body warming up. But still I wake up several times before sunerise. And, it is extremely difficult to motivate myself, to come out just warmed-up sleepibag.
I'll to my morning ruttins, I start cooking, and I decided to cook the rice. In addition on half of my cooking gas will run out. All my matches are wett, and the fire stick don't to it's job.Somehow through snake pattern I get effective fire, but then I can't pick enough fast new fier materials. The light just goes off. I swear the whole my advance into the bottom of erth and I ask myself constantly why - why - why is it necessary to make thats kinde a stupid - a stupid - a stupid thing I am completely fool. I just sit on my netbed and Anguish takes full power over me. I feel cold in to my boots leegs are freesing. And I discover myself in to the middle of nowones land to failing on my dealings. I want to back in to warm office, behind the computer, whining that ther is to much work do to.
Friend whom I called. just bought himself a new bus, such a second-hand new bus. We droved direction of Võru. And previously we had agreement that he would take me on, when he staarts a journey back to home. Although I got the impression, that he really did't want to do it.
Fridge, okay, it's a bit strange, that someone decides to go by hitchhiking togeder with his fridge. But I had a thought. what for it stands here in the shed where it's useless, let it serve someone.
Intermediate komentar:
Notwithstanding the impression my friend helped me very much. And this time which we spent together was very instructive. I hope it I will get a chance to write about it, not hide these experiences in to my notebook.
Enemari said ...
And so you stood there in to darkness and said that "here is the beginning of my journey" and you will be gone away. Somehow spooky and dark was. but I thought a yellow circle around you. and I said, over my shoulder, was another story to talk about, but you can hear it when you return. and there was no more sad, Fridge is now in to my kithcen!
Then all kinds of exciting things happened, but I hope to write about thous storys later date. Today I want to share with you my story of Lithuania, then the whole thing does't look so pink.
I woke up after the barking, a distance I hear someone asking, "KTO TAM SPIT." for response, I'm only spy out to my sleepingbag with one eye, to the direction vois. It seems that the company is satisfied with my answer and moving forward. I Stretch myrself out of my warm sleeping bag,and I'll begin to boiling tea with a pile of snow. I think that, I got there 45 minutes of a jobber in my water boiling and cooking same food, when the crowd will came back. At first they immediately ask fast-speaking Latvian questions. I answered for thous questions only, I don't speak Russian. Then they asked only that, where I come from. And now they know that, there is one crazy Estonians, who slept in there wood without asking permission. After some time I get my camp together and I start moving. I'm realy lucky I get a car very soon. And next stop is Lithuanian, Latvian border. The driver speaks only in Latvian language, I don't understand anything. Finally, he pushes me out of the car, and then I realized that he didn't want drive to Lithuania, he just transported me in to border ara. I walk on foot through the whole border area until I arrived of a new state. Lithuanian border guard welcomed me politely. I do not know why,but I repeated automatically same greeting that he said to me, and then he speaks only Russian language to me.He asking for a very long sentence, to see my documents. I'm giving him my ID card, and then he asks where I come from, (I truly understand this issue after two kilometers) but out there I answer "I'm traveling." What is this supposed to mean? But the border guard smiled to me and returned my ID card.
After the border point, I walk in a four-kilometer 1.5 hours before getting hitch, and then also just 20 kilometers further. Well that's okay, I drink hot snow to the bus station and hiked on. Finally I arrive in to a city cender and I start walking out of town. Again, time flies, I don't have enough power row to go, I'll to bag unloading stops in to bus stations to gather power to continue. Sweat runs a T-shirt is soaking wet. I move barely five kilometers in to two hours. I see the day will arrive to the evening, already the sun falls and dimness is goming. Finally I reach the edge of town but there is a row of two fastways. Nobody wants to make there car stop, I walk a false good step and trying to do good face fore drivers, I hope that they will take me up theres cars. Individual drivers will stop at next to me, but when they hear my with Russian language, they will be going fast awy. I will already be in a funk, I don't catch eny cars. some young people is sit inside the car which stops next to me, a small VW bus. I am trying to make myself clear with three Russian-similarity language, but my pronunciation is so bad that even I can't understand anything. In response I get only angry answer "does not speak Russian." This will brighten smile in to my face. English is suites much better to the driver.
Again, they helped me to continue only 20 kilometers. But still I feel very happy. Because I am now the forest where I can once again spend the night without interruption, and does not need to walk a lot. At present it is too dark, so it can't continue to hitchhiking.
I'll above a barrier, and walk in to the forest, and I'll take my wet shirt off and put warm dry shirt on and I'll make up my camp. I cringe in to my sleeping bag which is still slightly damp and cold. I wake up several times, I enter to myself there on road is a trucks not armored trucks, and I try again to get a sleep. This is still difficult because I feel myself freezing, a after some time, to not know exactly whether the fatigue or just really peace on the street, I get sleep, it seems, I even feel my body warming up. But still I wake up several times before sunerise. And, it is extremely difficult to motivate myself, to come out just warmed-up sleepibag.
I'll to my morning ruttins, I start cooking, and I decided to cook the rice. In addition on half of my cooking gas will run out. All my matches are wett, and the fire stick don't to it's job.Somehow through snake pattern I get effective fire, but then I can't pick enough fast new fier materials. The light just goes off. I swear the whole my advance into the bottom of erth and I ask myself constantly why - why - why is it necessary to make thats kinde a stupid - a stupid - a stupid thing I am completely fool. I just sit on my netbed and Anguish takes full power over me. I feel cold in to my boots leegs are freesing. And I discover myself in to the middle of nowones land to failing on my dealings. I want to back in to warm office, behind the computer, whining that ther is to much work do to.
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