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Travel Blogs from Samara
We made it to Samara today. It's special stop for Matt and Steve Wilcox because Steve's daughter-in-law served an LDS mission here and named her first daughter after the city. We arrived around 3 and already had a reservation which meant we saved the hour that we usually spend wandering around the city and running into hotels that don't have room for us. So far we've stayed in hotels that share property with zoo surplus animals, a ...
... A Ford,
merely requiring an oil change, the Model A of Jenny Mah requiring a host of
jobs sorting, including a brakes overhaul, attention to the fuel-pipe which
worryingly looks rather like a stretch of garden-hosepipe running outside the
car from the back to the engine-bay, and was also having a coil-spring added to
the rear suspension to keep the rear from collapse. The Jaguar XK120, car 66, has had a new timing-chain fitted and ...
... br> like the Eurovison Song contest unfolded in front of our eyes.
Tomorrow is a rest day and Samara should brace itself for an onslaught of broken
cars and dirty laundry. Valeting services have been offered in the car park… so
by days end we expect them to have restored the entire rally to concours
Our clocks have gone back two hours at Samara putting us 4 hours ahead of GMT
and giving us the excuse for an extra lie-in tomorrow ...
... 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 ...
... as some sort of activity centre. David asked around but no-one spoke English. He then decided to try and find the house Galina used to live in. We found the area we thought was it, but couldn’t decide which house it might be so we stopped and asked a young woman with a child.
Sometimes these two are just so lucky, this woman , Luba, is her name, not only knew Galina she was also a work colleague of hers. Luba phoned Galina ...