Departures

Poznani dzień wcześniej motocykliści pokazali mi kilka fajnych ścieżek w okolicy oraz zachwalali mi Ramsar i Chalus, miasta na wybrzeżu.

I drove a little farther along the coast and started a little regret, that pushed in these areas. The weather was miserable, only

I tried to find a place in Sarein, village, I even recommended that the locals. It was to be nicely, good, thermal springs, and the like

I woke up on the central square of the tiny town. I scrambled out of the tent and began to eat my leftover inventory at breakfast. Slowly

I woke up just after eight o'clock, I jumped to my feet, I looked at the sky, I pulled air deep into his mouth and lay down

No, the total is on the border. I waved goodbye to all Armenians, For the hundredth time I checked a stamp in the passport. –

I stand somewhere in a forgotten village several kilometers from the Georgian border. I try to tighten the speedometer cable. If I do not it's not

He was the middle of the night. I was able to get in Stygian darkness to the Iranian border. Latest 30 kilometers did the smashed road