Morgenlandfahrt - Vodka, Tokio Hotel and finding English booksof noralbin
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Correction of our last statement: we are still in Europe. But tomorrow by crossing the river Ural we will leave the continent.
The ferry trip from Burgas, Bulgaria to Novorossiysk, Russia lasted 2 more days than expected because our ferry had to wait until a turkish ferry left the port of Novorossiysk. Conversation on the ship was in Russian. In dialogue with sailors and passengers we practised saying everything important with the few words we know.
Together we had a small cozy cabin. As we were by far the youngest persons, one of the cooks used to tread us like the ship's kids by giving us sweet extra-food. Nevertheless, after 3 days, eating and waiting and eating again became really boring. Fortunately at the ship's stop in Poti, Georgia, a group of Armenian truckers entered and immediately invited us to join them drinking and listening to music in their trucks. They almost started a fight amongst each other about who of them may host us. Vasil made the game and was allowed to fuddle us: vodka, pivo, cognac, cigarettes, cigares and chocolate. As an honor he tried to find German music on CD's, Casettes and I-Pod. Finally when he had almost given up, Tokio Hotel appeared in our ears. Late at night, Nora got invitations to visit another truck for watching DVD's - alone. Now it was time to leave.
With a sigh of relief, after 6 days we put our feet on Russian ground and immediately got lost in the chaotic bus system of Novorossiysk. Luckily our Russian couchsurfer Vyacheslav picked us from the street and guided us to his new and almost empty flat near the beach. In the evening we watched Angely i Demony - we didn't understand anything - together with his friends.
Next day we spent exploring the modern city of Novorossiysk. After hours of walking along streets, parks, monuments and beaches, we found the Bazar: a huge square crowded with market stalls with any sort of products. We had to be careful not to spend all our Rubel at once for piroshki, kotleta, blintshiki.... The only thing we couldn't find was an English book.
With Vyacheslav's help, we bought our first Russian train tickets to Volgograd. There we had to do it on our own - successful. Now we're in Astrakhan, heading toward the border to Kazakhstan.
The ferry trip from Burgas, Bulgaria to Novorossiysk, Russia lasted 2 more days than expected because our ferry had to wait until a turkish ferry left the port of Novorossiysk. Conversation on the ship was in Russian. In dialogue with sailors and passengers we practised saying everything important with the few words we know.
Together we had a small cozy cabin. As we were by far the youngest persons, one of the cooks used to tread us like the ship's kids by giving us sweet extra-food. Nevertheless, after 3 days, eating and waiting and eating again became really boring. Fortunately at the ship's stop in Poti, Georgia, a group of Armenian truckers entered and immediately invited us to join them drinking and listening to music in their trucks. They almost started a fight amongst each other about who of them may host us. Vasil made the game and was allowed to fuddle us: vodka, pivo, cognac, cigarettes, cigares and chocolate. As an honor he tried to find German music on CD's, Casettes and I-Pod. Finally when he had almost given up, Tokio Hotel appeared in our ears. Late at night, Nora got invitations to visit another truck for watching DVD's - alone. Now it was time to leave.
With a sigh of relief, after 6 days we put our feet on Russian ground and immediately got lost in the chaotic bus system of Novorossiysk. Luckily our Russian couchsurfer Vyacheslav picked us from the street and guided us to his new and almost empty flat near the beach. In the evening we watched Angely i Demony - we didn't understand anything - together with his friends.
Next day we spent exploring the modern city of Novorossiysk. After hours of walking along streets, parks, monuments and beaches, we found the Bazar: a huge square crowded with market stalls with any sort of products. We had to be careful not to spend all our Rubel at once for piroshki, kotleta, blintshiki.... The only thing we couldn't find was an English book.
With Vyacheslav's help, we bought our first Russian train tickets to Volgograd. There we had to do it on our own - successful. Now we're in Astrakhan, heading toward the border to Kazakhstan.
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