We had arrived in Sibiu the night before, wanting to just have 1 beer, and crash. Well, that didn’t happen. The awesome people from team HIEHFEKBC had organized a little party at the Ursus Cotton Pub (Ursus, currently my beer of choice), with all you can muster into your puny body beer. We stayed way too long, and all tho it was super awesome meeting all the other teams, it meant that we got a terribly late start, which would mean stay in hotel in Bucuresti in order to be able to pick up the router from DHL there.
We creeped towards Trans-gargamel-transen after checking out from the hotel, and smooth ride was had.
Transfagararsen, damn. How does one start to explain how powerful and beautiful that ride was? I’m not a guy who can write stuff that pulls you in, especially not in English, so I don’t know how.
Images will probably help a lot.
It’s now day 6, when I’m writing this post about day 4, since we’ve had our asses filled. And when not, we’ve slept. I thought that I would be able to edit film, write blog posts and edit images while Jompe was driving, but since one guy in our car (me, or sometimes Jompe, if he lets me drive) has to navigate, it is impossible to do anything other than navigate, and then try to sleep before it’s your turn to drive again.
These last days has been so awesome, but so stressful on both mind and body.
We all have different moods, and different ways of tackling challenges, something we have yet to get in sync. I feel more bad for Jompe and Matt tho, since me and Christian have a very ‘Straight forward’ way of tackling issues with each other, an art form years in the making, which must be tedious to listen to.
We arrived in Bucuresti pretty late since we had an awesome lunch at a cool little place somewhere in the transfagararasen, checked in to a swank hotel (hotels are CHEAP here), had a swank dinner, and then continued to lock ourselves out from the UNO’s trunk. An hour or so later, me and Jompe had devised a mechanism, with strings, to open the trunk “remotely”. This made me feel awesome and invincible. Sadly, this meant we had no time to do the blogging and cutting, again.
Day 5 was all about mission “Get the package, and get the fsck out of dodge”. We wanted to get going early, and make good time, since we were already two days behind schedule. So a quick pick up at DHL, and off we went. One way to make up time is to get in your car, and just DRIVE. Another way to do it, is to NOT drive though the Romanian/Moldova border, and then after 45 second drive (Yes, something like that), do the Moldova/Ukraine border.
The Romania / Moldova border crossing was awful.
People cutting in, like, systematically cutting in line. Making their kids go up and signal when they should try and cut in order to get “stuck”, leaving the border guards with nothing else to do than letting them pass. 200C° added that nice little twist we all needed whilst waiting around for about 5 hours from start to end.
.. “The Ukraine borders will be the easiest during the rally”. Fsck me, we’re doomed.
We managed to meet up with our old friend Mr.Minza (Thanks for the Campagne!!!) somewhere in nowhere-land after finally making it past the tedious border, followed by a looooooooong drive via Odessa and a scetchy underpass, to a magical cliff by the sea outside Morske around 3.30 AM, where we put up camp, and managed to get at least 3 hours sleep before the sun made the tents pour hot lava out of your eyes.