Entries Tagged as 'E50'

The fast highway to nowhere

highway dogOh, that’s nothing like getting nowhere fast. I knew exactly where I was headed, to see my boyfriend. The only thing that prevented me from getting there was the 3 kilometers line of cars on both lanes at the exit from our magnificent highway to Pitesti, the first highway of our beautiful but inhabited dumb country. Three hours on a 100 kilometer highway! Driving in Romania sucks increasingly. Police mostly seat on their ass. They don’t even have doughnuts. Common sense is science fiction. Drivers are impolite, to use an euphemism. And roadworks are omnipresent and frozen. After being stuck on the highway, where I made friends with the dog featured in the picture, by the way, what is a dog doing on the highway anyway?! I was stuck at the eternal traffic light where part of the road is literally going down the drain, so, instead of immediately consolidating what’s left, they simply shut down one lane, turning a two way street into an alternating one way. I lost count of road accidents and police cars and ambulances, there were at least two major catastrophes. Do I wonder, with all the BMW drivers driving up my ass over legal speed limit? Like way over speed limit. Now I DO drive over speed limit. I also try to use my brains. Or with the “king of the road” Logans? I won’t even go into the stuff I have actually seen secured strapped on the roof of various vehicles. I would start a collection if that wouldn’t be dangerous, taking pictures while driving that is.

Finally, our correspondent is happily reporting from Medias. At the end of a seven hour drive that takes about four hours on a good day. The things I do for love.

I almost forgot. After the highway of deadly boredom and wait, I have been driving behind a truck through Svaitzerland. Svaitzerland is pretty similar to Elbonia, only the cracks and holes go deeper.

Sturdy

I am carrying out an informal study on what you can carry atop an old reliable Dacia.

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What club?!?

I am not even going to mention water sports. My site attracts too animal “lovers” as it is, I know, it’s the name. But some things are just sick. Like I am with laughing.

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Questions, questions

The other night I had a dream. I was calmly about to be beheaded. Does anyone know what that means?

Other unanswered questions of mine here and there.

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The rural city

Bucharest people are deeply in love with art, despite their small impracticable streets (which I missed several times even as my GPS was telling me).

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Hahaha. Really! I am freshly back from my stroll on Istiklal.

Adventures in winterland


Slipping on ice can be a near death experience, when you do it with a car, in the mountains of Bulgaria under heavy snowing. Of course, I am actually overreacting. We haven’t even scratched the car. We only have done a half spin once, and some other occasional slipping. Nothing came from the opposite direction. God was watching. At the Turkish border… I only remember a traffic light hanging in wind. The movement was so regular, I though it was activated from inside the passport booth.

Under the heavy unstoppable rain, Istanbul looks more and more like Venice.

Can anyone tell me what is the difference between VISA and Mastercard?


That and why we don’t get debit for our good deeds? not counting that sometimes we don’t even get credit… Economy doesn’t rhyme well with me.

Fair warning


If you don’t pull your shit together soon, I will move on. I need (your) attention and I am not afraid to use it.

I hate that you might be doing good, and that you do it without me.

Learning that an eighteen year old has crush on me has made me smile. Learning it from her mother has made me smile politely.

I don’t write for comments or critics, unless they are good (to me).

I got this as a present. I think I totally deserve it. Besides, it was about the only good thing to top the nasty past three days.

Mr. Volcano has woken up


Yeap, I have a voice again, but symptomatology is playing other tricks of choice on me. Not my choice, of course. Those with easy to upset stomach move to the next paragraph now. So, I woke up at ten, coughing my gross coughing for half an hour and wondering which is worse, not being able to talk or feeling like a mucus factory?

Rawsheek’uh, the phonetic translation of my car’s name, because “Little red one” just wouldn’t do, is taking a break while we all are waiting for her new plates. Don’t hold your breath! The old ones have landed in Timisoara, as my sweet mum confirms. By the way, when the train stops at the platform can you still use “land”? Basically, I relying on city transportation for a while, starting late last night. And I am discovering the new old wonders of the subway. Note to self, have to make friends with my iPod again. I have not been undergroundborn in ages and since then Metrorex has apparently approved a new set of signs. I might be the last to notice, I know. But being the bitching bastard I am, I have to confess they just don’t do. I mean, these are signs you have to get at a glance, because you are in a hurry and you don’t know your way. I may be dum witted or plainly slow, but I needed a couple of minutes to get them, and I know my way to start with. Plus they are too small. Plus I did not notice them at first. Also, knowing the investment policy of the said company, I expect these are to remain in place for either a very short time or a very very long one. In the first case, we are talking the usual money laundering, while in the second it would just be an example of the regular bad management and discontent for customer satisfaction. But the trains are running, aren’t they?

And since financially and apparently I am back to my deluxe hobo days, cash count 14 ron, I will have to contaminate my work colleagues. Brace yourselves!

Next on our programme, everybody is a critic, this top dog to fire at our capital’s coffee shops.