Ultima noapte in Romania

Dupa lupte seculare cu ambasada Olandei am ajuns in sfarsit in Arad.Drumul pitoresc, ca de obicei. Avand in vedere ca am la dispozitie doar 5 ore de somn, ma rezum in a puncta cateva lucruri:

Drumul a durat 8 ore si 30 de minute:

  • surprinzator, carosabilul a fost pe o scara de la 1 la 10..sa zicem 8 cu indulgenta
  • numarul de tiruri intalnite pe contrasens: fara numar. Spre seara reprezentau un adevarat spectacol datorita farurilor colorate care aproape te orbeau. Daca aveam unul in fata noastra era ideal deoarece ne arata drumul.
  • in ultimile 2 ore am mers insotiti de o ploicica destul de puternica ceea ce ne-a incetinit din mers si evident ne-a afectat vizibilitatea.
  • in comune depasit limita maxima cu 20-30 km/h mai ales pe ultima suta de metri deoarece ne-am tinut in coada unui tirulet. Am zis ca daca intra vreun nebun in depasire pe contrasens tirul va actiona ca un scut pentru noi.
  • gps-ul pe Nokia 5800 Xpress Music merge impecabil.
  • popas facut la intrarea in sibiu: papat un sandivis, baut cola
  • ....dc imi mai aduc aminte voi completa in zilele urmatoare
Pozele le pun maine.

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