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We must save otherwise we won't succeed in bringing at the end this trip as we want. English buses are very expensive therefore will try to make only a ticket! We got on board and I immediately stopped in front of the driver to pay my ticket while Takx, covered by me, quickly enters inside and run to the second floor... But this time something goes wrong. The driver notices something weird and, stopped the bus, goes immediately above to check... The driver realizes and, stopped the bus, salt immediately above to check... She checks all the tickets except to me (I was the last who purchased him) and meantime I had given it to Takx that quietly passes the control... The driver, a bit perplexed, returns to her place...
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Arrived in this city, terminal of the United Kingdom, we decide to camp on an immense green expanse coloured only by the igloo-tents scattered here and there; there are some Harley Davidson parked nearby to some tents, some children are playing next to their campers... We will put our tent in the further point of the field, just on a ravine on the Sea of the North... We will spend here the night... Actually I wanted to plant our tent on the beautiful beach really at the base of the ravine... [N.d.r. The following morning, with the tall tide, that small beach had disappeared completely, we have been lucky this time!] |
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It's one in the morning and we don't know where to sleep... Enough! We will plant our tent here, in this public park... What a nightmare night! For about three hours we have not succeeded in closing eye, we laid down on our sleeping bag, dressed and with the shoes and straight with the knife in hand... It has been the worse night of the whole trip, I sometimes felt rustles noises of footsteps that drew near to our tent and the words of the people known during the day always redounded in my ears, about Italians in coma after having been attacked here in Dublin. Takx sleeps saying: "If something has to happen to us, sleeping or awake, it happens all the same!" I don't think so and I watch over. The following morning, the kind Antonio, comes us bringing us the breakfast just when a man approaches us saying: "You can't have camp here... Two weeks ago two Italian boys have been attached and hurt here by the Irishmen..." |
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Alle 16.34 avevamo il treno per Nizza. Ore 16.25 si ferma un treno, saliamo su e questo subito riparte. Sicuri che è quello giusto? Strano che parta con 10 minuti di anticipo (in genere è il contrario)! Mi sa che abbiamo sbagliato! Scendiamo alla prima stazione, e a piedi corriamo a ritroso lungo i binari fino alla nostra stazione di partenza, ce la facciamo per un soffio! |
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We climb till the top of this hill situated inside this huge green area... ehmm white I meant and there someone pulls me down, I'm thrown off my balance and with my back on the ground, as a sledge, as a crazy bobsled, falling I end, for mistake, on the runway used by the real sledges with my bottom that meanwhile turned into a snow-board! I don't know how it happened but few later Svetlana falls down as well and ends like me, the brave Krists, to be a gentleman, tries to help her but he didn't consider that with moccasin on the snow it's very hard... Not only he can't catch her but he also lands on her! There is only Ilona left that maybe for mistake or for solidarity she follows us in spite of her elegant fur! |
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Today we went with Reinis and his cousin Kristos to an abandoned civilian airport to do a kind of rally with cars and little sledges! We take two yuta bags, we fill them with snow and attach at a car. I sit on one and Martins on the other. Everything was all right at the beginning, then Reinis starts to accelerate, we go very fast, snow covers and disorientates me. Suddenly we crashes against a small heap of snow bigger than the others and I didn't understand anything anymore. I saw everything white, after several impacts I found myself under the snow. The car was far by now. Few later I get up. Snow was wherever, in my Caterpillar boots, in my salopettes, inside my jacket, even in my gloves. I was cold and my wrist hurted me very much. At last Krists and Reinis came to help me, they made me enter in the warm car and we went away. Damn! |
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Me and Martins go back home at 7.30 a.m. after a whole night in the disco. Strangely, Anda (his mother) was waiting for us and was very upset. She wanted to know what was going on, she got worried because she did the following reasoning: they don't drink alcohol; if they don't drink = they are not drunk; so they are clear = so what are they doing at this time outside if there is nothing and no one? "Good night, Anda". |
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Today a very weird thing happened to me. I wake up at about 11.30 a.m. I'm not sure yet if I was sleeping or I was awake, anyway my right arm suddenly was blocked on air, then all my body got immobilized. I tried to scream: "Andaaaaa!". Few later a weird figure, he looked like a guy, as a ghost, approaches me, till the right corner of my bed, near my tight arm and tells me: "I want to come with you at ten o'clock" (his exact words). I was scared. Anyway at that time, nothing weird happened to me! |
