Pasākuma organizētājs. Cik labi ar šiem vārdiem tev asociējos es? Man pašam - pagalam slikti. Es tradicionāli esmu bijis tas tipāžs, kas labākajā gadījumā peld pa straumi, sliktākajā - stāv upes krastā un vēro peldētājus. Bet laivas kapteinis - pilnīgi noteikti nē. Un te pēkšņi sanāca, ka es organizēju geocaching pasākumu, organizēju to vienatnē, un vēl teju trīssimt kilometru attālumā no mājas. Kas man ir atgadījies? Patiesībā - nothing special.

This is an entry with links to all parts of the description of my Ukraine-Romania-Moldova trip.

Ko varētu nojaust, izlasot, ka esmu sācis klausīties "Deine Lakaien"? Pierādi, ka esi kvalificēts psihologs, tāds, kas māk ko vairāk nekā tikai kaķi klizmas veidā pieliet ar alkoholu!

I was nearing the part of my journey which I was eagerly awaiting and at the same time - quite worried about. Ok, not exactly worried but many people had told me that Transnistria is no place for a foreigner. "You&39;ll have to pay bribes on the border", "there are soldiers everywhere", "you may get shot", "locals are dangerous" - these are just a few of the warnings that I heard. And I was just a few hours before entering this grey zone.

Šo dokumentālo filmu par to, kā skots Marks Bomonts ar velosipēdu devās braucienā apkārt pasaulei, mēģinot uzstādīt jaunu Ginesa rekordu, man ieteica noskatīties Normis. Manos tuvākajos plānos nav atrodami šādas intensitātes velo braucieni, bet filmas skatīšanās tāpat sanāca vērtīga.

The strategy to finish early the previous day paid off nicely - at five in the morning I was as fresh as one can be on the seventh day of cycling in a row. It was cool outside again and the first twenty or thirty kilometers flew by easily.

Židrūns ir viena no tām saistošajām pašmāju grupām, ko man līdz šim nav gadījies redzēt uzstājamies dzīvajā. Kas, protams, nozīmē tikai to, ka pie pirmās izdevības centīšos šo robu aizpildīt.

It was around 11AM when I was back in the city center of Galati and ready to head North. For the first time in my trip I did not have a clear goal set in mind where I would like to be in the evening - I could be here, I could be there, the main thing was to enter Moldova and pass the city of Cahul. To do that I just had to cycle, nothing more, nothing less.

Bītli jau atradās uz izjukšanas robežas, bet viņiem tomēr šķita prātīga doma pieaicināt cilvēkus no televīzijas uz viņu jaunākā albuma ierakstīšanas procesu, pie reizes uzfilmējot īpašu šim pasākumam veltītu koncertu, kas notiktu kādā eksotiskā valstī. Kas no tā visa sanāca?

As I had gone to sleep late and still I had set the alarm clock for 5 in the morning, getting up was more difficult than it usually is for me. But I&39;m not the one to give easily in, so at 5:40 I was already on the road. The planned distance this time was very moderate - something between 80 and 90 km, which was good as it was not that easy to start cycling less than 7 hours after having finished the previous evening. For the first thirty minutes or so it was actually cool outside - the sun had just appeared above the horizon, everything was in the shade and cycling was super pleasant.