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Travel Blogs from Samara
... production. There was a long boardwalk along the Volga with rollerbladers and segways that made for some good people watching. After a missed streetcar stop and a long walk through the outskirts we made it back to the hotel and will be heading toward the city of Ufa tomorrow and maybe beyond. If you haven't looked at a map recently maybe check one out to get a sense for how large Russia really is. Driving across it really brings that ...
... requiring nothing more
than a bucket of water over the roof to knock off most of the dust, and car 1,
the 14-litre La France, was getting a routine check-over. With the Rovers, the red Porsche 356, the blue Renault 4, the Jaguar XK120, and
car 64, Stan Gold’s Porsche 911 all in the car park, and even the big green
Mercury Park Lane, which has spent the best part of a week catching us up, we
will have a bigger field when we ...
... sandwiches were the popular lunchtime
choice of drivers at the passage-control run by Paul Heal and Ed Rutherford.
Some of the Russian truck drivers however tucked into spinach pasties which
looked equally delicious. Tomorrow we’ll look them out on the menu.
Going particularly well today was Rod Wade in the Model A Ford, Phil Burgen’s
Volvo, Mike and Peter Armstong in the Dodge, and Hans-Peter and Marc Schaerli in
their VW Beetle.
... between and don't hold much appeal at any rate.
The next day of driving took us through Saratov and here we had made the decision to make a small 200km detour up north to Samara. According to the otherwise useless Lonely Planet it was supposed to be a nice spot with its own brewery and historic downtown area. To get the most out of our Russian visa and for some R&R, the detour seemed like a good idea. Besides, we weren't quite ready yet to give up ...
... late in the evening and we had a cooling downpour of rain to end the day.
An even hotter day followed as we drove north to the Buddhist enclave of Elista. The rain had put a stop, temporarily to the grain harvest and we passed many combine harvesters standing idle waiting for the grain and the ground to dry out.
Before reaching Elista we had run out of the agricultural belt and were in semi desert. The town is quite ...