Mrs Eugenia and our first hitchhike
Trip Start Nov 24, 2006
44Trip End Jun 28, 2008
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W Suceavie poszliśmy na obiad do pewnej gospody. Pani Eugenia, która była tak usłużnie miła, gdy przyjmowała siedemnaście osób, okazała się być wrednym babskiem, kiedy przyszło nam płacić za rachunek. Nie daliśmy się oszukać, ale była awantura. Prawdopodobnie jej słaby rosyjski, w połączeniu z naszym polskim, nie zadziałały.
O 15tej staliśmy już na wylotówce z Suceavy. Naszym celem na ten dzień było Marasesti, maleńkie miasteczko ze słynnym na cały kraj mauzoleum. Mieliśmy do pokonania 230 km i jakieś 5 h do zachodu słońca. Nie miałam namiotu,więc jeszcze przed wyjazdem zostałam dokoptowana do jednego z chłopaków, który namiot miał - Marcina. Siłą rzeczy, miałam też z nim jeździć na stopa (dobieraliśmy się dwójkami - dziewczyna i chłopak, żeby było bezpieczniej)
After arriving to Suceava, we went for a lunch to a certain tavern
Already at 3 pm we were standing at the exit road from Suceava. Our goal for that day was Marasesti, a tiny town with a mausoleum famous all over the country. We had 230 km to be done and 5 h to the sunset. I did not have my own tent, thus before leaving Poland I had been stuck to a guy, who had one - his name was Marcin. Also, because of sharing the tent with Marcin, I was supposed to hitchhike with him too (we`d made couples - a girl plus a guy, for safety reasons). When I saw him for the first time, I thought nooooo, there`s no chance for us to stop a car, neither to get along with each other. Marcin is 196 cm tall, he`s generally a big guy, and at that time his head was completely shaved. In fact he does not have a gob of a thug, though I was doubting that with his presence we`d stop anyone. Additionally, he mentioned something about me carrying his tent every other day, and in general he was acting as if he was being on a constant speed. Trying to catch our first car, we started getting to know each other. We had about an hour for the first chat, as then we finally managed to stop somebody. It was a delivery van`s driver, that was wearing a pink t-shirt and didn`t speak any other language except for Romanian. Though, he took us straight to our destination - to the mausoleum. We got there right after the sunset. We were the only couple that managed to get there without changing a car. The man would drive 70 km/h, plus he made us to have a break next to a hipermarket, but we were lucky enough. After that first day in Romania I thought that hitchhiking with Marcin might not be so bad...