Friendly face Armenia
I stand somewhere in a forgotten village several kilometers from the Georgian border. I try to tighten the speedometer cable. If I do not I will not know how fast I'm going to one, and two, that falls into the dust of the road links and the same service may be extended. To banalna sprawa, Only the screw is difficult to access. Sometimes tightening the damn thing is 5 minutes, sometimes 35. I do not have a patent, and the screw is difficult to access. This time it was more a half hours, than a short moment. At that time stopped one car, the driver offered assistance, came the same to a police officer from a nearby police station and stopped another car, the guy, who studied in Krakow.
The second situation was more Stress. My motorcycle has decided to reduce the possibility of madness and stop screwing on turnover higher than a thousand. The set was 40 stopni, burning sun and it became a two-lane road pompously called highway. Nothing there height, a few kilometers from Yerevan. On neutral gear bike spinning up nice, at each other with a thousand cuts. a fool. Diagnosis over the phone made Omleś, master-mechanic of Super Tenery. The entire repair was limited (serious) to pomacania cables, those next to the battery, with relay, sensor footer. anticipating the facts, this problem to me, did not return the next 9500 thousand kilometers. Once the cables are Pomac, but I could not even pack for moto, on the reverse came up to me, some local car:
– you ma, Any problems?
– No, not any more…
– Well, fall into me for tea and watermelon. It's only a few kilometers.
Arman lived in Poland by 13 years of his life, until the whole family did not give our government back to Armenia. Laughingly we mentioned mózgojeby, The stadium decades and other inventions of the nineties, which contributed to the childhood of my host and my years of high school. Watermelon tasted great, gadało to cool, but unfortunately my time chasing. I wanted to be as soon as possible on the border, in the event of a failed entry into Iran planned to tour the entire country. For picu przeczyściliśmy even sandpaper contacts circle macanych cables, we exchanged numbers just in case, and in the way.
Armenia (ta część, którą przejechałem), poza maluteńkim kawałkiem niziny na południe od Erevania, jest przepiękna. Most of the road is a beautiful highlands. From time to time, his eyes drawn to a strange or Soviet building or just something strange. The room is made of a huge barrel, sofa in front of the shop, station to refuel gas consisting of the same cylinders arranged in the back of the car and gun, closed milk bar in the middle of nothing.
In a previous post I wrote about the troubles at the border. Departure from Armenia took me half an hour. On the other hand, when you do not approach services at the border would be much longer, because first, I passed from hand to hand, hard sell at the top of the queue, They led to the respective windows and fully explained what to do. upierdliwa procedure – but the same service – super.
