tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38087403474720581612024-03-05T15:45:39.659+02:00Calatorii, imagini si cuvinte(c)RavenitzaRavenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-56870807782991314272013-10-10T01:30:00.000+03:002013-10-10T01:30:20.026+03:00Piatra Arsa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIYcXiiFr7YAxZ4TUYRN77YKBWxjFnQpg71dmQV77gWPzzyvqu4YbpK-1roviGCc1ZTkk7fEOdnTuQ-xGg0ExWyhruoo5-_m4sjqo_J3ghMqmRYUCO0ZAy-30Le6rXrw_-jrnbGR1WMo/s1600/20130817_141315.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIYcXiiFr7YAxZ4TUYRN77YKBWxjFnQpg71dmQV77gWPzzyvqu4YbpK-1roviGCc1ZTkk7fEOdnTuQ-xGg0ExWyhruoo5-_m4sjqo_J3ghMqmRYUCO0ZAy-30Le6rXrw_-jrnbGR1WMo/s320/20130817_141315.jpg" width="240" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Din intamplare am dat astazi peste blogul meu...recunosc rusinata ca am uitat sa mai scriu in el, am uitat sa mai impartasesc traseele si calatoriile mele pe motocicleta. Asa ca, in semn de iertare va prezint astazi plimbarea catre Piatra Arsa situata pe platoul Bucegilor. <br /><br />Habar nu aveam de acest traseu, tot ce stiam erau mici detalii legate de priveliste de la prietena mea motociclista Cristina. Asa ca intr-o zi am decis sa ii acord sansa sa imi prezinte aceasta locatie. Si a meritat!<br /><br />Cabana Piatra Arsă este situata pe platoul Bucegilor, la o altitudine de 1950 de metri, la jumatatea distantei dintre Babele si Cota 2000. Construită în anul 1935, ea a fost transformată ulterior într-o bază sportivă. La Complexul Sportiv Național Piatra Arsă vin în fiecare an numeroși sportivi în cantonament. In cabana acest lucru este memorat pe un perete imens la etaj, unde sunt trecute toate olimpiadele unde Romania a participat.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQj-oOH2Lca-p9TNrIUarZ7AH-CZ6cY4s44vedHyscmmUIRF1r7TRHVVY9DCPSfjLW__RuPffG1tWoV9d-7ZL2DEGLC1z_ZyXYHcuTB9lBFjy-Pvc_pUIVvbqs3fxr33PB8m3Z9v5-Crs/s1600/20130817_133249.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQj-oOH2Lca-p9TNrIUarZ7AH-CZ6cY4s44vedHyscmmUIRF1r7TRHVVY9DCPSfjLW__RuPffG1tWoV9d-7ZL2DEGLC1z_ZyXYHcuTB9lBFjy-Pvc_pUIVvbqs3fxr33PB8m3Z9v5-Crs/s640/20130817_133249.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Traseul pana la Cabana Piatra Arsa iti fura gandurile si iti aduce un entuziasm de necrezut in suflet. Peisajele abia daca te mai lasa sa fii atent la drum, la curbele stranse si la prapastia de langa sosea. <br />Mi-am adus aminte, din nou, de ce iubesc Romania...si de ce nu ma dau inca batuta sa o mai cunosc putin. Inca are sa imi ofere multe zone superbe, care te lasa ca pe o statuie in fata frumusetilor naturale.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwh6_xQX3Id3KM2GpKpcZljLjdQHAd5bSIpElxlHWnOq0LkwyE219oRRZPrRVIfx8wQwk-E9R-TLhdoeqq4Clc6JT7K17K8JDY4WyW4MRpzHAMQNdDSQI3JcXXjvAFXR8fFQAhwbDeB2Y/s1600/20130817_132228.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwh6_xQX3Id3KM2GpKpcZljLjdQHAd5bSIpElxlHWnOq0LkwyE219oRRZPrRVIfx8wQwk-E9R-TLhdoeqq4Clc6JT7K17K8JDY4WyW4MRpzHAMQNdDSQI3JcXXjvAFXR8fFQAhwbDeB2Y/s640/20130817_132228.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN50_-gSs4S6AyIfWB_VjzMovor4w26Tc70s6h-YygdS3AQge0uqvqIwXK5u-U3G1l7vATpVycrlhCk-t0BUrpYXxw1ygb3fgMHsMAKxhb6el1BhfDEpz6kmlLD8adudiCFzJcOvaTcJQ/s1600/20130817_132319.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN50_-gSs4S6AyIfWB_VjzMovor4w26Tc70s6h-YygdS3AQge0uqvqIwXK5u-U3G1l7vATpVycrlhCk-t0BUrpYXxw1ygb3fgMHsMAKxhb6el1BhfDEpz6kmlLD8adudiCFzJcOvaTcJQ/s640/20130817_132319.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Traseul pana acolo a fost destul de aglomerat. O data cu asfaltarea drumului pana la cabana, parcarea a devenit de neincaput. Mi-as fi dorit din suflet ca la acel moment sa mai detin enduro si sa parcurg km si pe varfurile dealurilor inalte si neasfaltate, nu doar pe curbele frumoase si asfaltate. <br />Va recomand cu drag acest traseu, si rezervati-va o zi intreaga pentru ca veti dori sa va opriti din 100 in 100 m pentru a admira natura impunatoare si totusi primitoare!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKnDpz8DAcNEP7RZuhKgV955v9x668dmqhtvijdXtdEpyxx05dnkAwWLNqdguxwTYCrzPQfLcJU_WMmS_hQX5kCGkwI7spUiq_PslDrnLob62Y8vpHKVmv_vsS0Ipp9Gh0JXETTcQGJg/s1600/20130817_133221.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKnDpz8DAcNEP7RZuhKgV955v9x668dmqhtvijdXtdEpyxx05dnkAwWLNqdguxwTYCrzPQfLcJU_WMmS_hQX5kCGkwI7spUiq_PslDrnLob62Y8vpHKVmv_vsS0Ipp9Gh0JXETTcQGJg/s640/20130817_133221.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cSskhGxVQnkZkgkuO89wXqcFT2BXdwUbiwHqw0_eEvsLhLqTrUpQ468kZPoAZ_HaTroT2_OwMCLgklk9ZA_vlZaJ4leH5HiIvVyfpLU9TxFxPssZ2gJa40OobE6Yt67W5Z4rYroOMTA/s1600/20130817_135303.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cSskhGxVQnkZkgkuO89wXqcFT2BXdwUbiwHqw0_eEvsLhLqTrUpQ468kZPoAZ_HaTroT2_OwMCLgklk9ZA_vlZaJ4leH5HiIvVyfpLU9TxFxPssZ2gJa40OobE6Yt67W5Z4rYroOMTA/s640/20130817_135303.jpg" /></a><br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeB7IR9nqBw7fO6N8TdAYeRSYA2IP6gHhOzU5EuUbT4xabAUaYrfCS2Zd5D6AeJUpdJXUNxvfBUoUvJYPZlOSHh9RlY9XoLo25vbihtw7YD_wDznU7cSQnJl_tcK85CoeJ4uubM7-sWs/s1600/20130817_135242.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoeB7IR9nqBw7fO6N8TdAYeRSYA2IP6gHhOzU5EuUbT4xabAUaYrfCS2Zd5D6AeJUpdJXUNxvfBUoUvJYPZlOSHh9RlY9XoLo25vbihtw7YD_wDznU7cSQnJl_tcK85CoeJ4uubM7-sWs/s640/20130817_135242.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bIx-B3Bjthvh8uTWVnAJ26AqjHqiYqhjoBVQDB-ogkvfilhrNzaMQbe91x6gecddvgA24e7zE5wL9Kr5EZSfqGlJU-AuAUhweWXHm0BLhEc6su92RnhH6-qdyhXq5WCGhgSxgY5Ukjc/s1600/20130817_133452.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bIx-B3Bjthvh8uTWVnAJ26AqjHqiYqhjoBVQDB-ogkvfilhrNzaMQbe91x6gecddvgA24e7zE5wL9Kr5EZSfqGlJU-AuAUhweWXHm0BLhEc6su92RnhH6-qdyhXq5WCGhgSxgY5Ukjc/s640/20130817_133452.jpg" /></a><br /><br /> </span>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-73167055224785371752012-10-12T12:05:00.000+03:002012-10-12T12:05:32.319+03:00Printre ani de motociclismRelativ de curand am facut cunostinta cu un motociclist si purtati de discutiile deja bine cunoscute, am fost intrebata de cat timp merg pe motocicleta. M-am blocat. Nu mai tineam minte anul cand am luat permisul...parca se intampla acum o vesnicie...parca m-as fi nascut deja cu permisul in mana. Am stat cateva secunde bune, daca nu chiar 1 minut sa-mi aduc aminte ca in anul 2007 am facut nebunia de a-mi cumpara motocicleta si a da examenul pentru categoria A. Nebunia de a-mi urma un vis.<br />
S-au implinit 6 ani de cand ... nici acum dupa atata timp nu imi place sa ma aud spunand asta: sunt motociclista. Ma simt de parca as afirma ca sunt femeie! Nu e logic?! Nu se vede?! Ar trebui sa stii deja! :)<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQc9l7it8ATcKrJW6KSaCW3CCO23Pgw1aDeGjVX8BMfeROhZYvkjChKKedveD-0EdGkcnE8rX9tH06c4y49duXC0A-rRTMmar1TwMLYATDDq8RQ_sKhDEWSkKJoc8i5qJC6tdZeu0wkk/s1600/IMG_4903-001.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQc9l7it8ATcKrJW6KSaCW3CCO23Pgw1aDeGjVX8BMfeROhZYvkjChKKedveD-0EdGkcnE8rX9tH06c4y49duXC0A-rRTMmar1TwMLYATDDq8RQ_sKhDEWSkKJoc8i5qJC6tdZeu0wkk/s400/IMG_4903-001.jpg" width="400" /></a>Eram, cum imi place mie sa cred, inca un copil cand am primit primul impuls real de a calca pe acest drum. Totul a fost un secret pentru parintii mei, i-am anuntat doar cu o saptamana inainte sa-mi vina motocicleta in tara ca voi da examen pentru categoria B (de care stiau deja) si A (secret). Imi aduc aminte si acum chipul mamei la aflarea vesti, si emotiile aproape de lacrimi ale tatalui, mandru ca fata lui ii va urma pasii bunicului (tot motociclist). De nepretuit momentul.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBwbW-r2MPUibpmTnXdhgJKet_c98Y9y1uhJztlbpb7GZw7KO-lwsoLSwwvcf4U3phAdvd49H1E9GVw0_Lg-BtLVbESt8rykXp4USBE1cPnNcYWDPzmLgL6nsH7GqAKD3tiFvz3vFeLY/s1600/419955_3546327781991_1608798809_n-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQc9l7it8ATcKrJW6KSaCW3CCO23Pgw1aDeGjVX8BMfeROhZYvkjChKKedveD-0EdGkcnE8rX9tH06c4y49duXC0A-rRTMmar1TwMLYATDDq8RQ_sKhDEWSkKJoc8i5qJC6tdZeu0wkk/s1600/IMG_4903-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Nu as fi ajuns aici poate daca nu era alaturi de mine un prieten drag...Joseph, care a avut incredere in mine si parca a fost un inger trimis special pentru mine. Sper vreodata sa fiu si eu pentru cineva un suport cum a fost el pt mine la acel moment.<br />
Anii au trecut si daca m-as apuca sa scriu toate amintirile ce vin navala acum peste mine, probabil nu m-as mai ridica din fata laptopului cateva zile bune. Blogul acesta este un foarte mic schelet al amintirilor si trairilor mele legate de acest capitol din viata mea.<br />
Am incercat sa ma imaginez fara aceasta pasiune, o fata simpla, dar nu am reusit. As regreta prea multe si as pierde prea multe.<br />
Am cunoscut extrem de multi oameni in acesti 6 ani, unii au ramas prieteni peste ani si ani, altii au plecat de langa noi. Am trait momente frumoase alaturi de motociclisti: nunti, petreceri si actiuni caritabile. Dar am trait si clipe groaznice de grija: accidente si decese. Dar toate astea fac parte din viata. Insa cred eu ca noi motociclistii le traim mai intens, in lumea asta a noastra neinteleasa de publicul comun.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBwbW-r2MPUibpmTnXdhgJKet_c98Y9y1uhJztlbpb7GZw7KO-lwsoLSwwvcf4U3phAdvd49H1E9GVw0_Lg-BtLVbESt8rykXp4USBE1cPnNcYWDPzmLgL6nsH7GqAKD3tiFvz3vFeLY/s1600/419955_3546327781991_1608798809_n-002.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBwbW-r2MPUibpmTnXdhgJKet_c98Y9y1uhJztlbpb7GZw7KO-lwsoLSwwvcf4U3phAdvd49H1E9GVw0_Lg-BtLVbESt8rykXp4USBE1cPnNcYWDPzmLgL6nsH7GqAKD3tiFvz3vFeLY/s400/419955_3546327781991_1608798809_n-002.jpg" width="266" /></a>6 (ani) nu este o cifra care spune multe in lumea motociclismului, pentru ca mai importanti sunt km parcursi si momentele traite. Dar pentru mine cei 6 ani inseamna foarte mult, inseamna zeci de mii de km adunati pe 2 roti, inseamna dezvoltarea si formarea mea ca persoana, inseamna castigul in randul prietenilor dar si pierderi.<br />
Stiu ca in ziua de azi aceasta pasiune este destul de periculoasa. Dar este riscul pe care ni-l asumam zi de zi fiecare din noi. Am cazut, am petrecut zile in spital, am cicatrici ce povestesc multe, dar toate astea fac parte din mine. Aceasta sunt eu. M-am ridicat mereu, m-am scuturat de praf, mi-am dat ragaz sa invat din greseli si am mers mai departe.<br />
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Multumesc....<br />
...mama, pentru rabdarea si intelegerea ce mi-o oferi de cate ori ies pe usa cu casca in mana. Doar o mama poate sti ce e in sufletul tau.<br />
...tata, ca esti mandru de mine si vorbesti cu ochii luminati tuturor ce vor sa auda despre fata ta motociclista.<br />
...Joseph, pentru increderea ce ai avut-o in mine.<br />
...Dumnezeu, ca m-ai vegheat de acolo de sus si mereu mi-ai fost aproape.<br />
...fiecarui motociclist din viata mea, pentru ca de la fiecare am de invatat cate ceva despre lumea asta mereu in schimbare si totusi mereu aceeasi, a motociclismului.<br />
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Dar gata ca devin prea sentimentala si nu pot trada imaginea de motociclist(a) dur(a), asa cum suntem perceputi de cei ce nu ne inteleg. Nu judecati ceea ce nu intelegeti.<br />
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Multi km sanatosi pentru fiecare dintre noi!<br />
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Enjoy:<br />
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Iar pentru cei ce nu ne mai sunt alaturi, printre care Rontz, Mada si altii...: Dumnezeu sa va linisteasca sufletele si sa ne paziti de acolo de sus!<br />
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<br />Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-54872839843005943722012-09-27T01:18:00.000+03:002012-09-27T01:18:04.489+03:00Parcul Natural si Manastirea ComanaTrebuie sa recunosc ca placerea de a scrie in acest blog am uitat-o.<br />
Mi s-a facut dor sa recitesc vechile mele postari, probabil din dorinta de a retrai sentimentele de atunci. Mi-au adus un zambet larg pe buze!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTMAfM9vtuWv6rttfm5hVSk6PDB-PqWdZCBYy1DYRlQT7Ij2a-XhpcQDgXLFO5eQ-qFrZj6Wo2AlNDaYG4rQnE6dBjI4uwuEKzdAv0bk99OD5QYgir4ljpghDJ82y83QJytV5qGlEb3o/s1600/P8210001-003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTMAfM9vtuWv6rttfm5hVSk6PDB-PqWdZCBYy1DYRlQT7Ij2a-XhpcQDgXLFO5eQ-qFrZj6Wo2AlNDaYG4rQnE6dBjI4uwuEKzdAv0bk99OD5QYgir4ljpghDJ82y83QJytV5qGlEb3o/s320/P8210001-003.JPG" width="320" /></a>In aceasta seara o sa aduc in plan ultima mica escapada, la <b>Manastirea Comana</b>.<br />
Am auzit de aceasta locatie de la alti motociclisti, enduristi, ce inainte isi faceau trasee de enduro in zona Parcului Natural Comana, asa ca am decis sa cunosc si eu putin zona cu Stelutza mea.<br />
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Am fost surprinsa inca de la intrarea in Comana, trecand peste un podulet in lucrari, privelistea iti fura privirea fara sa realizezi.<br />
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Prima oprire a fost la Manastirea Comana, pe care o recomand cu caldura. Este intima, departe de aglomeratia si agitatia Bucurestiului, unde te poti relaxa si opri timpul in loc.<br />
Manastirea Comana este monument istoric, ridicata in 1588 de Radu Serban si refacuta in 1700 de Serban Cantacuzino.<br />
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Planul de acasa aproape niciodata nu se potriveste cu cel de pe drum, dar cu asta m-am obisnuit deja. De ce spun asta? Pai oricat de tare mi-am dorit sa ajung in Parcul Natural Comana, pentru a vizita locatiile ce in prealabil le cautasem pe Google, nu am putut ajunge. Drumul principal in padure abia acum incepe sa fie asfaltat, restul fiind din piatra. Stelutza mea nu mai este foarte incantata de mersul pe drumuri de piatra, dupa experienta de anul trecut prin Romania.<br />
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Asa ca am facut cale intoarsa, putin dezamagita, dar cu siguranta ma voi intoarce, fie cu masina...fie pe jos. De ce nu?!<br />
Nu am plecat inca spre casa inainte de a ma bucura de un sandwich, in curtea Manastirii Comana, in spatele acesteia unde privelistea spre Balta Comana este cu adevarat superba.<br />
Balta Comana este a treia zona umeda a Romaniei dupa Delta Dunarii si
Balta Mica a Brailei si a doua ca biodiversitate dupa Delta Dunarii.
Este locul ideal pentru motociclistii pasionati de fotografie pentru a
vizita si a se bucura de subiecte frumoase de fotografiat. <br />
Cum fiecare drum ce-l strabat este presarat cu amintiri frumoase si oameni ce isi arata profunda mirare catre pasiunea mea...nici acesta nu a iesit din tipar. "Esti fata, pe motocicleta, pe unde ai calatorit?". Un bunic tare simpatic, cu chipul si blandetea unui om cu experienta in ridurile expresiei, s-a oferit sa-mi faca poze fiindu-i mila ca sunt singura si nu-mi pot face poze. (Nu spuneti nimanui, dar aparatul meu are self timer, dar astea sunt detalii...).<br />
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Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-3176033953736989052011-11-20T23:59:00.001+02:002011-11-21T18:50:24.883+02:00Amintirea verii 2011<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Calatorind astazi printre amintiri, m-am decis sa pun cap la cap cateva amintiri vii prinse pe cateva filmulete. </span></span></span><br />
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Ea este Stelutza, noua si vechea mea partenera de drum. <b><span class="st"><em>Graffiti Photo Shoot</em></span></b></div>
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Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-63620920897252084702011-10-03T23:59:00.000+03:002012-12-16T20:41:20.991+02:00Un vis de calatorie!Uite ca am ajuns sa scriu din nou aici, am si uitat ca pe vremuri exista aceasta dorinta in mine de a pune in scris toate intamplarile/trairile mele pentru a nu fi uitate in timp. Multumesc persoanei dragi ca mi-a adus aminte de aceasta placere.<br />
Cred insa ca am ruginit putin, asa ca nu te astepta, dragul meu cititor la prea multe! Sa nu zici ca nu ti-am spus!<br />
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Astazi, dupa ceva timp, am sa povestesc putin despre calatoria mea, una din dorintele mele pentru anul 2011, pe care am indeplinit-o cu mare succes.<br />
Totul a pornit de la lipsa de km in acest an, asa ca am planuit o
excursie doar eu si Stelutza (motocicleta mea iubita). Planul
l-am facut, banutii i-am strans si totul a pornit de la o harta,
prieteni si google care le stie pe toate. <br />
Cu harta in mana am inceput sa conturez un traseu, cu sfaturi de la
diferiti motociclisti si cu ideile mele fixe pentru vizitat. Bineinteles
ca traseul l-am urmat in 80%, doar vorba aia: socoteala de acasa nu se
potriveste cu cea din targ. Timp la dispozitie 7 zile.<br />
In final traseul meu a avut <b class="bbc">1600 km</b>, bani cheltuiti pe benzina 500 lei cred. Consumul undeva la <b class="bbc">5,5-6,1%</b> (cu cat ma plimbam mai mult prin orase crestea si consumul).<br />
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<u><b>Bucuresti - Sibiu - Deva.</b></u><br />
Am plecat la drum cu ideea ca in Miercurea Sibiului voi ramane o noapte, in drumul meu spre Arad. Insa nu a fost asa, realizand ca am mai mult de jumatate de zi la dispozitie sa mai parcurg ceva km pentru a ma putea bucura de mai mult timp la Hunedoara. Asa ca prima destinatie de dormit a fost tocmai Deva.<br />
In drum spre Sibiu, pe una din curbele de pe Dealul Negru mi-a sarit un
surub care fixeaza etrierul pe discul din stanga, iar celalalt s-a
desfiletat instantaneu. Spre norocul meu am simt imediat ca ceva nu e in
ordine si am tras pe dreapta. Panica se instalase deja in clipa in care
am realizat ca nici nu am plecat bine si deja am surprize. Nu imi
explic nici acum ce s-a intamplat insa e mai putin important acum.
Important e ca in 5 km m-am imprietenit cu 3 soferi in incercarea mea de
a gasi un surub sa se potriveasca ca sa pot ajunge pana in Ramnicu Valcea.
In final la o vulcanizare, un baiat tare de treaba mi-a facut unul din
ce avea el prin magazie, si inca este acolo pe motor, in aceeasi stare,
adica fixat perfect. Baiatul ala chiar mi-a salvat ziua!<br />
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<u><b>Hunedoara</b></u><br />
O mare dorinta a fost sa ajung in acest oras. In urma cu 1 an vorbeam cu o prietena Ruxandra ca aceasta este una din locatiile unde este necesar sa ajungem sa o vizitam in Romania, pe motoare. Din pacate am ajuns singura, insa pozele ce urmeaza ti le dedic Rux, cu drag.<br />
Un oras pierdut de lume, sarac si abandonat. Inca de la intrare am ramas surprinsa cat de afectat de vreme este. Timpul s-a oprit in loc acolo, uzine vechi parasite si pline de praf, strazi pline de gauri si neasfaltate de pe vremea lui "taticu" Ceausescu, aer de nerespirat, parca mi s-a pus un pietroi in stomac, raman masca de ce vad in jur, insa in final am ajuns la castel.<br />
Superb castelul Huniazilor, il recomand oricui sa mearga sa-l viziteze, o data in viata macar. Daca as putea, l-as ridica de acolo si l-as amplasa departe de Hunedoara, in mijlocul unor dealuri. Insa nu pot rescrie istoria.<br />
La castel am intampinat problema bagajelor si abandonarea lor pe motor. Insa stiam ca am sa gasesc un suflet bun care sa le poarte de grija cat timp vizitez eu minunatia asta. Un paznic de la intrarea in castel a fost chiar bucuros sa ma ajute, mi-a pazit tot echipamentul si bagajul, iar la plecare evident ca i-am fost datoare cu o explicatie: de unde am plecat, unde merg, de ce, cum merge motorul, ce motor este, etc.<br />
O alta fiinta prietenoasa a fost un catel care imi tot dadea tarcoale motorului. Datorita iubirii mele pentru animale i-am daruit toata mancarea mea din ghiozdan, painea si branza topita. Le-a mancat si nu se mai dezlipea de mine, pana in clipa in care s-a hotarat sa faca pipi pe motocicleta mea! Atunci s-a rupt prietenia noastra!<br />
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<u><b>Timisoara si Arad:</b></u><br />
Nu stiu cum s-a facut, eu care am rude la Lipova, in apropiere de Arad, sa nu vizitez niciodata acest oras mare. Am fost destul de surprinsa sa realizez ca Aradul este un oras mare si chiar frumos. Bineinteles ca sunt o norocoasa, asa ca am ajuns fix cand orasul isi serbea ziua. E adevarat nu stiu cati ani a facut Aradul insa am fost bucuroasa sa iau parte la petrecerea acestuia. In centru zeci de tarabe ne intampinau cu arta, mestesuguri, mancaruri traditionale si mare caldura.<br />
Am sa trec mai pe scurt peste toate zilele petrecute acolo, ca sa va povestesc si despre Timisoara.<br />
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Doamne ce oras! Doamne ce oras! M-as intoarce oricand ca sa mai bat la pas, o mica parte din strazile acestui oras. M-am indragostit de Timisoara. E drept ca m-a intampinat cu o mare caldura, aproape de lesin, apoi dupa ameteala data de caldura, strazile intortochiate si sucite m-au ratacit de vreo 3 ori, daca nu de mai multe ori (dar mi-e rusine sa recunosc).<br />
Multumesc Teo, prietenul meu bun care m-a cazat si mi-a aratat o parte din oras, si bineinteles care m-a dus si la Mall. Unde se putea duce o bucuresteanca daca nu la Mall. Multumesc Teo pentru rabdarea acordata cand eram sunata si intrebata unde sunt. Raspunsul meu era acelasi: aproape de unde m-ai lasat, parcul ala cu copaci verzi, cladirea aia gri si mare. Fereasca Sfantul sa fie nevoie sa dau eu indicatii unde sunt intr-un oras asa mare, ca m-ati pierdut.<br />
Promit ca am sa ma intorc! Acum stiu unde sunt cateva cladiri importante, parcuri mari si Mall-ul evident!<br />
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<u><b class="bbc">Moldova Noua – Orsova – Baile Herculane</b></u><br />
<b class="bbc"></b>Am plecat din Timisoara nestiind ce urmeaza sa vad, nu eram pregatita sa vad atata frumusete in jurul meu.<br />
In urma cu ceva timp, cativa motociclisti mi-au recomandat sa nu ratez traseul Dunarii, pe la Moldova Noua pentru ca o sa fie de neuitat. Si asa a fost! Nu il ratati, va rog frumos. Am avut senzatia tot drumul ca sunt in alta tara, alta lume, cu peisaje de nota 1000. Atat de entuziasmata incat opream din 50 in 50 m sa mai fac cate o poza.<br />
In fericirea mea, in fericirea ochilor, sufletului si simtului am si uitat sa verific daca mai am semnal la telefon. Problema a fost ca nu aveam, si cum am pierdut cateva ore bune pe acel drum teama a aparut ca cei dragi isi vor face griji. Dar in clipa aia nu ma mai interesa.<br />
Am intalnit si drum prost, offroad, pentru ca se lucreaza la o parte din drum, tre sa recunosc ca am trait cu teama ca as putea cadea pe acele pietre insa am continuat sa fac ceea ce am invatat in 4 ani de motociclism si se pare ca a dat roade. Enduro cu o sport-touring si nicio cazatura e o realizare!<br />
O alta intamplare funny a fost in clipa in care nenea garcea m-a tras pe dreapta intr-o localitate mica, unde eu chiar mergeam legal (ca tot drumul de altfel <img alt=":P" class="bbc_emoticon" src="http://www.motociclism.ro/forum/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif" /> ). Se prezinta garcea, imi cere actele la control si uimitor imi spune „ati fost depistata cu aparatul radar cu viteza de 90 km/h”, am ramas masca pentru ca abia plecasem din benzinarie si aveam cred 40 km/h. Ii raspund ca e imposibil, imi ia actele la control in masina, se intoarce cu ele zambind dar destul de pe fuga si imi spune „imi cer scuze, intradevar nu erati dumneavoastra, ci masina din spate” ... Am crezut ca pic pe jos de ras. Politistul nu stia cum sa faca cale intoarsa mai repede spre masina.<br />
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<b>Transalpina!</b><br />
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Nu era in plan sa ajung pe acel traseu, la apelul unui prieten am hotarat totusi sa merg. De data aceasta nu singura ci in compania unui Kawasaki si a unui prieten. A fost un traseu de neuitat.<br />
Pana acum eram mandra ca am calcat pe aceleasi drumuri ca bunicul meu cu Ij-ul lui cu atas, acum insa sunt de doua ori mai mandra sa stiu ca am fost si prin locuri pe unde el nu a apucat sa ajunga dar pe care i le-am impartasit cu drag!<br />
Este un traseu ce iti taie respiratia, obositor dar superb. Divin! Las pozele sa vorbeasca de la sine!<br />
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Nu pot sa spun decat ca a fost o experienta de neuitat, nu sunt o singuratica daca asta va ganditi, am plecat la drum singura pentru ca in majoritatea oraselor aveam sa ma intalnesc cu prieteni si rude. Am simtit nevoia sa nu stau dupa nimeni, sa ma opresc de cate ori si unde vreau eu, sa am libertatea deplina. Nu cred ca pot descrie ce am simtit tot acest drum, cate ganduri mi-au trecut prin capusorul meu incapatanat, de cate ori am simtit teama ca nu o sa ma descurc, de cate ori am simtit nevoia sa sun pe cineva si multumesc tehnologiei ca exista telefoanele mobile pentru oameni comunicativi ca mine.<br />
Cred ca singurul moment cand ma gandeam daca e ok ca am plecat singura sau nu a fost clipa in care realizam ca am toate bagajele legate de motor si nu pot merge sa vizitez tot ceea ce vreau de teama sa nu raman fara ele. Insa spre fericirea mea am tot dat de oameni de treaba care au spus ok sa arunce un ochi la bagajele mele in timp ce eu pierdeam vremea pe acolo.<br />
Am facut si offroad cu CBRica, m-am dat si pe curbe, m-am dat si pe uscat dar si pe ud....Am intalnit tot ce se putea intalni, oameni, traditii, animale, obiceiuri, s.a.m.d.<br />
Si sa nu uitam un lucru foarte important! Mi-am imbogatit cu multi magneti de frigider, care de care mai frumos, mai mandru sa-mi aduca aminte de locurile pe care le-am strabatut.<br />
Habar nu am ce sa mai povestesc, sunt atat de multe experiente si amintiri incat... sunt deschisa intrebarilor.<br />
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<b class="bbc">Traseu: Bucuresti – Sibiu – Deva – Lipova – Arad – Timisoara – Moldova Noua – Orsova – Baile Herculane – Novaci – Transalpina – Sibiu – Bucuresti.</b><br />
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<br />Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-3511652207947642552010-01-21T19:38:00.008+02:002010-01-21T21:03:00.948+02:00Oameni cu carti...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid-ApgsvEtGdDXVeUNwy6h7Rye3YMnt_tHPn5Oqo88xr-As01kxWQSD7GQCfkMm5rqatgBydi41rNIcbx7NuLM4TWWIYYBHYxC2_PqhfhpwLQATn-kEChAsgXz76VpdPRXye7PB_vr6M/s1600-h/German_Big_Hat_Woman_by_Lorivintage55stock.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhid-ApgsvEtGdDXVeUNwy6h7Rye3YMnt_tHPn5Oqo88xr-As01kxWQSD7GQCfkMm5rqatgBydi41rNIcbx7NuLM4TWWIYYBHYxC2_PqhfhpwLQATn-kEChAsgXz76VpdPRXye7PB_vr6M/s320/German_Big_Hat_Woman_by_Lorivintage55stock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429270583504826434" /></a><br />Carti. Am auzit cuvantul asta foarte des in ultimele zile. De aici poate a plecat si gandul meu de astazi.<br />Iesind de la birou, dupa o simpla zi de rutina, am coborat la metrou intre cenusii pereti comunisti. Dupa putin timp de asteptare masinaria secolului nostru a venit, asteptat de zeci de oameni care de care mai grabiti pe drumul lor, in aceeasi rutina ca a mea.<br />Am intrat in masinaria timpului, tare imi place sa ii spun astfel, pentru ca printre peretii subteranului nu se intampla mare lucrur, calatoresti in timp catre o destinatie scurta de cateva minute. Dar azi ma simteam amuzata... fara sa sa realizez am inceput sa vad oamenii simpli din jur, mai complicati decat erau. La una dintre opriri urca o femeie tanara foarte increzatoare, cu o palarie parca furata de pe podiumurile de moda de la Paris, neagra, mare, cu marginile ondulate ca o floare de camp, asortata cu o gentuta in acelasi stil clasic/elegant. Mi-a atras privirea, iar pentru cateva momente m-a facut sa imi imaginez cum ar fi aratat pe un covor rosu in marile orase ale modei. Se aseza pe unul din locurile libere, foarte hotarata dar in acelasi timp timida. Stia ca e privita, admirata de catre oamenii simpli furati pentru cateva secunde de stilul ei unic. Dar ii era totusi teama ca va fi judecata ca fiind altfel si totusi asta ii dadea o stare de bine.<br />Nu la mare departare de ea isi odihnea trupul, pe un loc, un barbat cam la aceeasi varsta cu ea. Nu ai fi spus ca e cu nimic mai special decat toti oamenii din jur. Dar parul lui saten deschis ca nisipul il trada. Pe cat de serios si neabordabil parea, atat de vulnerabil si placut se facea cand te uitai in directia capului sau. Avea in zona "crestetului capului" parul ridicat, lucrul asta il facea extrem de amuzant. Era atat de placut sa vezi in multimea de oameni cu parul aranjat, pieptanat, prins cu mare atentie, pe cineva caruia acest aspect i-a scapat. Nu era constient de acest lucru si asta nu facea decat sa para si mai simpatic in nevinovatia lui.<br />De ce mi-au atras acesti oameni privirea? Pentru ca aveau un singur lucru in comun: o carte. Amandoi purtau in mana o carte, mai groasa sau mai subtire. A fost singurul lucru care, in cele doua contraste, i-ar fi adus in acelasi prim-plan, singurul lor lucru comun.<br /><br /><em>Nu poţi vorbi, nu poţi scrie decât despre ceea ce eşti tu, decât despre ceea ce porţi în tine... Scrie, să nu moară acele lucruri pe care le-ai iubit. Să nu moară cei pe care i-ai iubit.</em><br />(Cătălin Bursaci în Prima carte, ultima carte) <br /><br /><em>Cărţile sunt prieteni reci, dar siguri.</em><br />(definiţie de Victor Hugo)Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-74669745532787414032009-10-05T21:51:00.004+03:002009-10-05T22:30:44.306+03:00Sighisoara<div align="center"><strong>Sighisoara color</strong></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389199270876047474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYEg_1G1vjJyyKP9O_YtZPZKN2msFWWp_Ao0Jsen2A5xMoKI63PxRI6aFJ9eX4vhApZQzCVL41vuWukt5fvuk1q1m7B7Q8tuQ1NcTaxlhmv4RPpNT1zGcOd6vskYsOnF7LBk0iZl3SwYA/s320/PA020230.JPG" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4S1wxzw9QSykAdQmTpZ9GVJtWpIz1opQn1pL_2_cBk5OaTNC-PdTqgHO58z06_bxUwcOVl2x0ippxVREVhxKGIKrPMf1Py5UnWntCvbLKXzMQVVmZcK59L5JUZEHJ5ZPxJZiyfJpPUw/s1600-h/PA020236.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389199238937339890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqW0c6OZsKBycNg344bHHBkaIIlRbL6Llyxs1KJKZSB4YrI8y13c9MGfVNi2IdMlM9LGIHWKxPGy8sc9Rfrey3OvWTFglw6UNmjVpyrI_GK16oL4D7Znf8tfIwVRopiOF7e3AZnyJLurI/s320/PA010206.JPG" /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong>Sighisoara alb-negru</strong><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO5lmbe5leAU-1Ph1ConKlI-NoJfsc83A6mxAb6ksVtaU0YqKsU2Gqv4rNLBv8Kt0r1BuUzJMkF7Mb7A06jw-of2frnp_Xwty1A7i1TBH5aWq5hrRdrXrGDnpu4zxMNX06i9__EC1yXU/s1600-h/PA020275.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194342403458450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO5lmbe5leAU-1Ph1ConKlI-NoJfsc83A6mxAb6ksVtaU0YqKsU2Gqv4rNLBv8Kt0r1BuUzJMkF7Mb7A06jw-of2frnp_Xwty1A7i1TBH5aWq5hrRdrXrGDnpu4zxMNX06i9__EC1yXU/s320/PA020275.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioN-saf1Ey5z_CMHSyPnmVYgDYZpzxSRVMkssJxsapQ28_V2l89KG-zUnzyYPTKzxBqOlgXsDdL0ZFxE8JjOkAfwZVMAGg3jLk6p8QaXSfIEyy3nX6O5e6Zb3IJ4O0BjnZVnBqubudM1g/s1600-h/P9300079.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389194311262687090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1Fi7loCZ5HCa8gS4Em9w9yCJ58kCDiHhBcQjWCjI2sDMcYGH4b9DdnghD7oX8B-r2jXBelEmemVspaHPMzZPAUmt87pUpcbgWe5PlxcliMD0GLsqa2EW-I7oySdMReghZGWXhgJru44/s320/sighisoara.jpg" /><br /><div> </div></div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-39482701017978347642009-09-01T16:01:00.007+03:002009-09-01T16:53:24.578+03:00Inchisoarea DoftanaDin seria "Plimbarici in timpul saptamanii" astazi m-am gandit sa evadez putin din Bucuresti, singura intr-o plimbare cu noul meu motor. Destinatia a fost usor de ales, tocmai ce vazusem un reportaj la televizor despre aceasta. Asa ca am incalecat pe sea si va spun povestea'sa:<br />Drumul usor de parcurs: Bucuresti - Ploiesti - Campina - Telega - retur.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484790592781106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkN0Ec8oRY3BjDCdUUfAivv8q5qTnyMvTN4k3G3U-1l_-4mYCdnj9SgeE2AVfOrY8CRD0PwYiGlAubY7Tgw70W4WWLVQ2qb4jIZm1EUklAKtsJnxb3Z5RofmDV_jO2dXTxYv-lu_BT58/s320/P9010014.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DrvPu8ZiSWvQHLz_dG-0oepvKobDKBAOlmEtxfbyfjbARG8GlqoEk0D9qKyCbJKL0Bd6FP-QCssATtE_PUtHj1ABrI2QujADzSPVOhZWXyq7DVmcRcrUuek2XMJV8ZETCrBT54-3z9I/s1600-h/P9010004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484026773981634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DrvPu8ZiSWvQHLz_dG-0oepvKobDKBAOlmEtxfbyfjbARG8GlqoEk0D9qKyCbJKL0Bd6FP-QCssATtE_PUtHj1ABrI2QujADzSPVOhZWXyq7DVmcRcrUuek2XMJV8ZETCrBT54-3z9I/s320/P9010004.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZprZI2bNetj60aPRUvS7knyzvlF0L8liwcQTUtcvMkNMKLslimFbwJXM1wVjk8s-9dfhXiS4OE62kBOWPGLmfT-O5zYoNxFHmO-XQ4fFvCr8aqgfoXgKBXY-cAPSgaYMxMYIXHo2DjOo/s1600-h/P9010002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484012490297666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZprZI2bNetj60aPRUvS7knyzvlF0L8liwcQTUtcvMkNMKLslimFbwJXM1wVjk8s-9dfhXiS4OE62kBOWPGLmfT-O5zYoNxFHmO-XQ4fFvCr8aqgfoXgKBXY-cAPSgaYMxMYIXHo2DjOo/s320/P9010002.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484000180096978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmI-c7vSAQWAF69E7bSZSz1kz0yfXgbjvhZ0grcq1FE5950iTQm8Mc8EzupaJCiEJEISfwR8Jc-aQvlNwed6GQZ_Svt_ytISPmaQOMO_U-Oi17YxPpWIM8fyXJ1e-u3BAjalF7B5shAw/s320/P9010001.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484799262675378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhASKmeSa4tuVuyyQJTKdI9sOBuXEsJlQb7iBFq8AnIWaPoA2MkqPFI6ekBha33XPE7DKHWUjKCRZv094UB55bTewAveKouOlawnv3y6dZjxTUdJDk38pkgf9uZxJt5YdvSwFB61DmlE/s320/P9010015.JPG" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484755345962162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7hOF2LmErFGkdoGlIt0x3GXSS4EKHzCiZuJIEtiAC4gRYrlNYoFIiIB0RkpKGyB1184RaS46WaOUh3tMlKKWaDMUJE6BcYv9S-c3e6tTlSPVeiDuBcQpli5m1JJomtfDirlDp8qWYwo/s320/P9010007.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484042949300898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20pwZcosbnD7g_zPO5QyfRCZyB-Q3s5d60vUxrjShODBmJRYcvLPZlLXg30KiW2n9LHlP4pJc9o7duPNTrsqPuKhJIe4dRGLEiBPgfajjozjbiEHyVlRXWHWNnBF5nmXfnJUSC-wL7QE/s320/P9010005.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484051221131346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGW_LZaiDNN5XfSmJkbhQ3q3Vv7TT3_cA6UWkwrY4D78QaYSPghseQHh_e28Tot510Rnx6jdB1iT28_lzSOgy7w6xKYdy3RSE0QH-tjsIspK5PwqXUNtdNie929c2BvQ6OiCPWqwYI1rQ/s320/P9010006.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484771068067970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SybTAHI_9MUOhvEMh31fZWB8juxig0rZA0hMoJjlELy_hxJ9uWilt848kAGo2P5fnjDwgrD9bMIxRztAuIizXBIZsVSjqOSxX0vuJbv0bHMmr3a-T65WQFB5KXb5sE670KEKSd8aP6k/s320/P9010010.JPG" /> </div><br /><div><strong>Destinatia:</strong> De mai bine de 100 de ani, la marginea comunei Telega se află Penitenciarul Doftana.<br /><em>Povestea Doftanei incepe incă din 1892, cănd ocnaşii erau aduşi cu trenul sau cu duba. Inchisoarea a fost construită cu cinci aripi, fiecare avănd propria curte interioară. Una dintre ele, numită zona H, a fost făcută pentru tortură, şi aici erau incarceraţi cei mai periculoşi dintre toţi deţinuţii. Dacă in celelalte aripi existau paturi şi mese, in zona H nu erau decăt o ţeavă metalică, de care erau legaţi oamenii in zeghe, şi un butoi pentru necesităţi in mijlocul celulei.</em></div><div><em>După război, inchisoarea a devenit muzeu. Cănd şi cănd, comuniştii se adunau la Doftana pentru a rememora anii de detenţie şi lupta in ilegalitate. Ceauşescu venea şi el. Covorul roşu era aşternut pănă la intrarea in clădirea administrativă. Preşedintele vizita celulele, apoi participa la intrunirile organizate de partid. Pe pereţi, intotdeauna la loc de cinste tronau tablourile cu portretele Tovarăşului şi Tovarăşei, realizate de cei inchişi la Doftana.</em></div><div><em>După Revoluţie, angajaţii muzeului au fost daţi afară. Unul singur a rămas, pe post de portar, administrator, femeie de serviciu, gestionar. Inchisoarea a fost devastată de oameni. S-a furat tot ce se putea fura: uşi, ferestre, cărămidă, ţigle, paturi, lemn, mese. Arhiva comunistă a ajuns intr-o incăpere, unde şobolanii rod din greu la cărţile lui Lenin şi ale lui Stalin.</em></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376487791411285554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDyDYFsHyHK8t1xdkubLxqClQEKm9A2bwfaHQTX7Cr-enz6w8XqieuOXkp9pnOar5mW-Q7dFxF82z-TFlCu0Zvct29P6720mCijTsVoOcGj6MgsBsikzjlxSSxzYehXZjmGcfajSNhtjk/s320/P9010043.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484810715764626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sZPHGxOLUij9AD7OMmpYYa7W1XxyibqsXmhjgmq-21zRBviW2FyeVxhGg_ECS0T0TU_6BWm4ujmydZ-I4KvynZs4uHXbxoEfCg78Hm3KHirDIIsWGAWd6c8o0nNkcph007lhDglrFvQ/s320/P9010016.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div><div>In incinta spatiului inchisorii am patruns pe furis printr-o gaura in zidul de piatra de la poarta. Am ingorat semnul: Interzis vizitatorilor!, atrasa prea tare de istoria acestei cladiri. Intradevar zidurile stau sa cada in orice moment, nu am putut vizita prea mult decat exteriorul inchisorii. Zidurile, geamurile sparte si gratiile din fier ruginit iti dau fiori de la prima vedere. E o liniste deplina acolo, poate doar in imaginatia mea aud povesti ce zidurile le tin pe umeri. Povesti cutremuratoare despre chin, pedepse si comunism. </div><div>As fi vrut sa patrund si in curtea interioara a inchisorii, acolo unde detinutii vedeau lumina zilei doar atunci cand ajungeau aici, apoi intunericul punea stapanire pe intregile zile, luni si ani ce aveau sa petreaca acolo. Dar nu mirata am fost cand o femeie paznic mi-a spus ca nu am voie sa fiu acolo, conducandu-ma spre iesire. L-a sunat pe primar sa il anunte ca o fata a intrat pe furis in curtea muzeului, de parca eram cine stie ce infractoare. Ma bucur ca primarul are o mare durere "undeva" de ce se intampla la acest muzeu, asa ca nu prea l-a interesat si am putut pleca fara alte complicatii.</div><div>Am plecat...insa cu mare parere de rau ca in Romania nu se pune valoare absolut deloc pe istorie, pe lucrurile sacre ce inca mai stau in temelii si asteapta sa arate lumii istoria ce nici in manuale nu mai apare.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485382693071282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcpMz3i4iCDpvX7dASppb3QeBnRIvCO0sxE8HWJtWbGAJLyMYhcTPrhrXc7ddSGT7zh-91fJBrlEmJVOIifo2hpmc4tHk3qLgRK_PkfQDAlSQvgCrM2s_J77AVTXb2Ix5cfoTTNCNY9U/s320/P9010022.JPG" /></div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485336356528082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVf_pvByhf97sjDuo8bP5j5eSO3MYttmdyGWrwgLnykBRiwacdo68vC9TCLvYDUZiNoGwhwg7aVyrfRLJ6hsGYCJGEisdL5TfxKFJf-GHo8t0LCGlqGjSM1Abr4R96dR2U7U-23ZsuFr0/s320/P9010018.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376495125689831202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsk5yKLbgXTX_S6s02Va-vb1kBZ8zrQSPd8-87RJsvcGnFsGlt6SQfp7fle1ftx2NmQeAqr79g8LnuHF-DDHBoCbFMfuquwP-pHrvPCRXQc87HGPQD6G7gU_gVHrBCoTgJw9CHuEyi7I/s320/P9010021.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485893602163906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnb_BKUmM2Vnyi0jQi4pkVoZluKGSiOzIPR6IFoAczeldOBKrvGM951s33yShyphenhypheno1o4ToNtN3oKdn1xzr_GNOGS70libsZJInUWy25o4Nqw4FwMyvZPcZuUvTts5o1kA5__-FYtSfKbjPU/s320/P9010026.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485904848782082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYPVTYc5ZCSq__lNbCdFzn_FYcbOThUUtLzHsZMcWiqWp2BRjUEDuHxRn_aFntBkO_amNTxZGZ6XBwVUBld7WQ_d09P6KT7n5BzPj9cMjh7_qO6qAjnhuB4W6ejmrAdO7iyrVZdbY2mA/s320/P9010030.JPG" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485351100666434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ImuiMrnvlTHszg07uuMTG3kLDMYpQYWRs5sdS307-j8_5ze0vW599iOv8ogLbcuspdlIdg7XVEpeNxtR3Ki0sxG-bd4saQs-jb5uDNLaI3V8XYcsXlgN4zwNAigUqzc19EQTi2EQQ1I/s320/P9010020.JPG" /></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485925091964130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxiAEhU21T0684LWOLxKJ1BthU8lKUjvYwLx7zb10DK5duBj33jqstgziyFnFlWdP8OImSSUjvUd1hyqP5Py2JKmfZcJOg2edi9LRBkDVNX55Q6Jc8KDSqSU9lDJRkzLtDRh_zAuxmsE/s320/P9010036.JPG" /></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485911501990930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mLy8kgxsrmipJTSqiObVwRJdwxcxjCKhPi2L09FkvnXPer-tqTvtA_hHVPnWP5T90JZVeMvrOXaaLYyqdQSBnDlJWhNTc8c97NEBuH9SLVO1AyxDL9bo2LS8-nv2PZxmEeeoEUaLhGc/s320/P9010034.JPG" /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAEltH42nEvRXcByrxbZuyV1Q-PaONhgyvstUCKM9mDapitbjzdfv2N4e7_SLPO5CXaXbklwOogYchlKhOEeP0ZLmCaA7MiS31FbEynF3L5WtRiveh2D1BBn8pexRzGRcZN5pBB_b2Yhk/s1600-h/P9010037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485934831215410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAEltH42nEvRXcByrxbZuyV1Q-PaONhgyvstUCKM9mDapitbjzdfv2N4e7_SLPO5CXaXbklwOogYchlKhOEeP0ZLmCaA7MiS31FbEynF3L5WtRiveh2D1BBn8pexRzGRcZN5pBB_b2Yhk/s320/P9010037.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02NA7K1DXgg6mfnMFds54jLxVsGZ5CuqtB_D4UGP-g31n9y4Rkm44fAkJu9khyT06WpekL2e9NwJ9Vpwa3GkVaZC_0zy1fT3rfGzLdpeBScR3CNSO1ZXXakSHXfCbFIqOP9yFTgbEP6k/s1600-h/P9010041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376486264392408114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02NA7K1DXgg6mfnMFds54jLxVsGZ5CuqtB_D4UGP-g31n9y4Rkm44fAkJu9khyT06WpekL2e9NwJ9Vpwa3GkVaZC_0zy1fT3rfGzLdpeBScR3CNSO1ZXXakSHXfCbFIqOP9yFTgbEP6k/s320/P9010041.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376486250770821138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLtUEhXXXVSNv779omoSJ5aTL8tUiH9bXzvr4mEm0jICNBWd-irXulNTyuefweEomEx9gMFb9gXwpbBqhrEgqcaEh_Ol-mMQhcAyN5L4YesHQ7Yzg4STQZIdC4J29H8dhNQVMurQRiDU/s320/P9010039.JPG" /><br />Am plecat...insa cu mare parere de rau ca in Romania nu se pune valoare absolut deloc pe istorie, pe lucrurile sacre ce inca mai stau in temelii si asteapta sa arate lumii istoria ce nici in manuale nu mai apare.<br /><br /></div></div></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EHRZUrVGW7dh3b4iDy4e7iUclKtd2U24ov_iArhNpXQBC_lhSXGAKC-rQmQUKpIEQpM5zE1QUD1hUPBdbSEYp26-X4Ha9z0SD_PDbc4SiWVjZYEUu0S1AZp6fyrW0_1AFNcZYS3A25Y/s1600-h/P9010017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485323783258594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6EHRZUrVGW7dh3b4iDy4e7iUclKtd2U24ov_iArhNpXQBC_lhSXGAKC-rQmQUKpIEQpM5zE1QUD1hUPBdbSEYp26-X4Ha9z0SD_PDbc4SiWVjZYEUu0S1AZp6fyrW0_1AFNcZYS3A25Y/s320/P9010017.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-73198828120191592992009-08-31T15:08:00.002+03:002009-08-31T15:24:49.976+03:00Amantul meu Honda CB600F HornetHonda CB600F Hornet, an fabricatie 1999, capacitate cilindrica 600 cmc, cai putere 98. Cadrul tip grindă simplă, suspensiile necostisitoare, alimentarea prin carburatoare, jantele uşoare cu trei spiţe, cauciucul spate de 180 mm ce poartă calificativul Z (peste 240km/h), dotările relativ spartane reuşesc să alcătuiască o combinaţie picantă, o motocicletă ce ţine pasul cu supersportivele de 600 cmc, darnică la capitolul distracţie şi nu în ultimul rând, durabilă.<br />Unde sunt însă entuziasmul, fiorul, feeling-ul? Nu vă faceţi griji, acestea sunt pe drum… Până în 5.000 – 6.000 de ture, Hornet se pilotează în stilul motociclistului foarte corect sau foarte începător, după care începe să vibreze, dar nu deranjant. Între 6.000 şi 8.000 de ture urmează stilul agresiv-responsabil – safe, căci am auzit că există şi aşa ceva, iar ceea ce râmâne până la cele 13.000 turaţii însemnate cu roşu, lăsăm pentru “mai târziu”. Adică, pentru ceea se întâmplă în afara oraşului… De menţionat dezvoltarea liniară a puterii de către binevoitorul motor de F3, dar chiar şi aşa, peste 10.000 turaţii, intră în acţiune tricepşii, te ancorezi de ghidon, corpul tinde să se lase peste rezervor şi Hornet începe să-şi urle motorul sportiv.<br />Este teribil de controlabilă la viteză mică, ghidonul brachează foarte mult şi greutatea e distribuită în aşa fel încât nu am avut nici un moment de dezechilbru uşor, nefiind necesară vreo compensare cu piciorul jos.<br />Iar pe viraj… ce încântare, ce fericire, motocicleta este la fel de precisă ca bisturiul unui chirurg ( nu Ciomu). Se apleacă având o uşurinţă remarcabilă, ciclistica fiind literalmente impecabilă.Pe cuvânt că nu am găsit nimicde reproşat Hondei la capitolul ăsta. Cu siguranţă este cea mai manevrabilă motocicletă pe care am mers până acum.<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">text: Vlad Răzvan Vasilescu</span></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Y9vEk3ep_WG3jD6cm7FhDbLs73-MOnOqIqbLMUdGXi0sWxt1xcbeS7hIiBDsdp27jsju3ISOy60k_FlvgDucseJCunydOWnMpIh7v7UlTuZvK74mVtZtBpGGjARsqZIhTDUG5glsc6s/s1600-h/P8230012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099791012857330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Y9vEk3ep_WG3jD6cm7FhDbLs73-MOnOqIqbLMUdGXi0sWxt1xcbeS7hIiBDsdp27jsju3ISOy60k_FlvgDucseJCunydOWnMpIh7v7UlTuZvK74mVtZtBpGGjARsqZIhTDUG5glsc6s/s320/P8230012.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUd5fXzraJLKZP_m9EMWVMvTGvhv5tNQfQY7FeTO2A2KnsJpH2eLyy5qmSAajWCrZpkfXZ1PWraZ6Yi9oxxo-uTT_nz6sWhaa7Cdox6TMyjOyNgjqHc10TTL6aw4W9WGidprmoViV3yQ/s1600-h/tamadau.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099785512338178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUd5fXzraJLKZP_m9EMWVMvTGvhv5tNQfQY7FeTO2A2KnsJpH2eLyy5qmSAajWCrZpkfXZ1PWraZ6Yi9oxxo-uTT_nz6sWhaa7Cdox6TMyjOyNgjqHc10TTL6aw4W9WGidprmoViV3yQ/s320/tamadau.jpg" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376099778620475106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-JtDHAgkWXnNAhvAlesgIFeS45rEctWqelkF0l8noXJSMAV-s9aAwTIrmb1uuQaxCdRD0qC8vMEMEumH5uEgmPOlKyXoXRTWvevJno9u0dbe_IUM_0-RSU9Xt-g4OEi3e_oUQcFMxZM/s320/P8230008.JPG" /></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-58560980971157702672009-08-17T18:43:00.004+03:002009-08-17T19:05:30.168+03:00Biker Girl<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961083854612690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ml13pdYzWNMcwVL5l74o6l4-JmbG_dGbhqgvFHPL4-5RFUl9dKFaWOjfz6Vy5NYjdy5BL0iqjXzyQaIQ9zWit-z4X-yngaC1s9ud87gs2jOGKvhJ4QRYZtMBMTd9woAtGWd4z-tInsw/s320/hide.jpg" /><br /><div><div align="center"><strong>Biker Girl</strong></div><br /><div align="center">She prepares herself for where she needs to go,</div><div align="center">Where that is she doesn't quite know,</div><div align="center">She zips up her jacket,</div><div align="center">She does it up tight,</div><div align="center">She doesn't want to get chilly into the night.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">She puts her boots on,</div><div align="center">Strolls out the door,</div><div align="center">She has prepared all of the things she was looking for,</div><div align="center">She walks up to her bike,</div><div align="center">The one she has longed over for ages,</div><div align="center">Saved up for, over deadly stages.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">She kicks off the stand,</div><div align="center">The bike being held with a confident steady hand,</div><div align="center">Climbs the bike with a shine,</div><div align="center">She thinks of it as a warming shrine,</div><div align="center">She starts the bike and feels it respond,</div><div align="center">It's with things like this that she can understand the bond.<br /></div><div align="center">Her helmet feels safe and protective,</div><div align="center">Shielding her from harm,<br />It isn't just this that's keep her calm,</div><div align="center">Being like this she doesn't have to feel sad,</div><div align="center">This is the best experience she's ever had.</div><br /><div align="center">She releases the clutch and away she goes,</div><div align="center">Maybe this is all she knows,</div><div align="center">She rides past the home she knew,</div><div align="center">Past the dramas that she used to go through,</div><div align="center">She has an idea about the journey ahead,</div><div align="center">How it's a good one letting the old one shed.</div><br /><div align="center">She feels she has to collect someone on the way,</div><div align="center">She thinks it's the time for her to have her say,</div><div align="center">Rehearses what she will speak,</div><div align="center">These words have been going on to long,</div><div align="center">Week after week,</div><div align="center">She speeds up just that bit more,</div><div align="center">Anxious to see what she's looking for.</div><br /><div align="center">Deeper into the unknown she rides,</div><div align="center">Lapping up the energy she's feeling,</div><div align="center">Just like the ongoing sea's tide concealing,</div><div align="center">She feels refreshed and pure,</div><div align="center">This is the right thing she is sure.</div><br /><div align="center">She's longing to be at the place she knows,</div><div align="center">Be at the place no-one hardly ever goes,</div><div align="center">Sit there looking out at the view,</div><div align="center">How many nights has she done this?</div><div align="center">Only a few.</div><br /><div align="center">Sometime later she steps off the bike,</div><div align="center">Walks down to look around,</div><div align="center">She can hear two steps of sound on the ground,</div><div align="center">There's a streak of light breaking through the night,</div><div align="center">This is the time that she adores.</div><div align="center">This is the time that her spirit soars,</div><div align="center">The sense of power in her burns,</div><div align="center">The flow of love in her churns.</div><br /><div align="center">A sunset breaking through making way for the morning day,</div><div align="center">Makes it worth waiting for to sit and stay,</div><div align="center">The golden light shines down onto her face,</div><div align="center">She has to bend down to tie her lace,</div><div align="center">She comes back up and cherishes the time,</div><div align="center">A perfect moment in history, </div><div align="center">It's not a crime.</div><br /><div align="center">She stands looking down,</div><div align="center">Not a bad expression on her face no frown,</div><div align="center">Only a smile so deep and true,</div><div align="center">All of her dreams and happiness have finally fallen through,</div><div align="center">She stands there waiting,</div><div align="center">Hands go round her waist,</div><div align="center">Whispers go in her ear,</div><div align="center">That's how she knows her happiness is finally here,</div><div align="center">She looks back and sees the moment of joy,</div><div align="center">And now the look on her face is an expression of coy,</div><div align="center">She laughs and laughs until she cries,<br />Them magic fingers gently wipe her eyes.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">This was the moment she has always dreamed for,</div><div align="center">And now this was all coming true she didn't want anymore,</div><div align="center">What she now had was fine and complete,</div><div align="center">Everything was sealed and covered now,</div><div align="center">Just like a perfect secret scenting sheet,</div><div align="center">Everything has fallen into place now and she's glad,</div><div align="center">This will be the best moment that she has ever had.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">(c)Palepetal</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961591228128626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSp6LvOSdZsenDFV3NagvBkuLtIXNA23jVBzYIRkE7dob1bpF20ZAFwlSixM_hAyB__70eKdzUGlasVLfC4ebqHMljL0d6SKZGuP_0roFyOYL_xKRk4Gs3GVBuKGDSSnCv-Lg5DGDxuk/s320/P8150020.JPG" /></div></div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-49121910548467575512009-06-14T20:14:00.004+03:002009-06-14T20:30:04.908+03:00La poarta unei case domnestiCum vremea era perfecta de o plimbare, nici prea cald nici prea racoare, mi-am facut pachetelul l-am bagat in ghizdan si am plecat unde vad cu ochii. Directia: munte. Pe drum mi-am amintit de o emisiune de turism intern si de prezentarea unei case domneasca de la Brebu, la cativa km de Campina. Asa ca tinta mea in final a fost aceasta cetate.Din Bucuresti sunt fix 100 km pana la Brebu, si din fericire am nimerit din prima drumul. Din Campina asfaltul mai lasa de dorit dar se poate ajunge si cu vitezane insa cu o viteza mai mica. Acu m-am bucurat ca mai am inca enduro si imi permit mai multe tipuri de asfalt.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233947575771938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_ceeBSLT4VVHqCwBFe8uqXNWF7zuF6bbDQ1G8t-OGCllvaLdjb36KhWVDCR7O-akHUKUa7nBAxcxTDeCn9Bv__1407BbS9QSg1BBKTREkY9btMeN-B7lS0OV2I13aFG7SQoGBmjqJYM/s320/P6140081.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEhK61D0woIdBedsY4a_9Y4BQ7DHN1IyNGHuMDS24WuRffx7aZHTYQIqzRee1HtX9HRD4jD_GJoTP3sMPy3wDTQU3wIAFKvwCDW5ZAB3S94ZPG9gCi_fOBRbjOAtNCA6AibQpAWszYJA/s1600-h/P6140083.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233946661855842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEhK61D0woIdBedsY4a_9Y4BQ7DHN1IyNGHuMDS24WuRffx7aZHTYQIqzRee1HtX9HRD4jD_GJoTP3sMPy3wDTQU3wIAFKvwCDW5ZAB3S94ZPG9gCi_fOBRbjOAtNCA6AibQpAWszYJA/s320/P6140083.jpg" /></a><br /><div> Ansamblul arhitectonic de la Brebu, unul din cele mai importante monumente ctitorite de Matei Basarab şi desăvârşite de Constantin Brâncoveanu, constituind o realizare reprezentativă a arhitecturii secolului al XVII-lea<br /><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233940812114818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8cb_rfZOARYEZhYdqmiyGElu6UAYaOy4Kc6L-VauH0T57LvSdQl_0Rk7tZn5pGuBPew6OA-sVcYcJkdz6FjyJhFx2R-dBbnfrSAQ0x65i3Hlo0eyzuTWt_6PrkqG6z1SovJOC7_yjkBA/s320/P6140074.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5eJXE2U2Ad7OygfEEzlDv0TIXXixJxgteyT3v639dE5QZS1Hhr_MiqwBtlKS6aTNkFngzHEJjZph2OOQis9S4sypJD7yTSk4whPlOdH7du508oyNehLTDZyoQrwE5QUTr6sYJTXUJDY/s1600-h/P6140070.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233716661637586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5eJXE2U2Ad7OygfEEzlDv0TIXXixJxgteyT3v639dE5QZS1Hhr_MiqwBtlKS6aTNkFngzHEJjZph2OOQis9S4sypJD7yTSk4whPlOdH7du508oyNehLTDZyoQrwE5QUTr6sYJTXUJDY/s320/P6140070.jpg" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233356457754178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdS6MB8tnM3ZZbetFFcubDILxFZWl0_FYAyJzL3ihGOidpUJi6oMfitzc-6a8dw4X1y8wF2j0nladYa5KHDXtRA38IDbRnK1543MTjSkq1oDUyAQcQu7XJXzoD5aA-xR0NRGg9qEUt8g/s320/P6140039.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233370730202354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKrBqAcv8zMu2yyrR4E84FpVWnxhz7sUeyr9obIABM7OveMqmy0IqbYQuhJsTGsxpfGQsr-WKrmmz9csJ1pylFyrr7k58KMcfBJN-BM9J4n-TAopZZW2IhH0siPta9kzNZ0oE6tFE8RhU/s320/P6140044.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UwMKayrex8awr05fuXJ5sUaK-vIoEeD4el3Lh8j9zX2WlNR7_FrVOSfXFS6fK1yNhN_23_iXOWT7KsfY21LEDriKxXz1b_kcDednlsInpAkdeb1axAdJ3idhESRHpSTC5XsBJkz2HIg/s1600-h/P6140067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233366561127586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVjD6mWxsGX8Y2mj2JI8CMFw05jGDlab27LiyCHDOdMvoAAbtxgybfTRZFqDgrUBDvYETGZZMu-HbmaMLcx6OQZF_4M65L7E8ey4STmBuc7a_gKk4QMQO3qiVaHRIskKfTStwOOWnNIc/s320/P6140042.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233364828134962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFIa5KqZbp1bg_1eIYUyttzKbGQ3w2wx2GeawabYgynACkXchSa4-ARM2O4vKGE1adVEFvkLwCbAQrEwvx2PnafbJsDQ_bCBlXxJbjPPue7WYgj9aqfbW_SLN0u2bjRZ6lYLltHcL1i4/s320/P6140041.jpg" /><br /><div><div> Construcţia bisericii a fost începută la 27 iunie 1650 în timpul domniei lui Matei Basarab (1632-1654) şi continuată de Constantin Brâncoveanu din anul 1689, după cum se menţionează în pisania aşezată în biserică, pe zidul ce desparte naosul de pronaos. Cutremurele din 1790 şi mai ales cel din 1802 au avariat-o succesiv. <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymrCUq_f7cPPPxBSD3sKvOQpPxySQkWzwJrFbNMNiLL1bLYhsIXoUnvp5_uvZQp0b9X1_RoSvpVZj7Nndvk5HmT3qie4-4h1Fx17uXcGPrYuja0e4Nc80_SbPJXe4Bd9m6lveuHQoQuw/s1600-h/P6140040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347233364153335762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjymrCUq_f7cPPPxBSD3sKvOQpPxySQkWzwJrFbNMNiLL1bLYhsIXoUnvp5_uvZQp0b9X1_RoSvpVZj7Nndvk5HmT3qie4-4h1Fx17uXcGPrYuja0e4Nc80_SbPJXe4Bd9m6lveuHQoQuw/s320/P6140040.jpg" /></a></div><div>Complexul istoric de la Brebu este asemănător palatelor brâncoveneşti ce au avut nu numai rosturi gospodăreşti, cu pridvoare pentru odihnă, ci şi rosturi militare.</div><div> Drumul de intoarcere nu a mai fost acelasi, am preferat sa mai ocolesc, iar drumul m-a purtat prin vai lungi, printre dealuri cu peisaje superbe.<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-65846118596653695262009-05-24T21:20:00.004+03:002009-05-24T21:59:52.002+03:00Nikolovo BulgariaAcum cateva zile am primit invitatia la o intrunire moto din Bulgaria, intr-un parc national numit Nikolovo la aproximativ 8 km de orasul Ruse. Din start am fost incantata de idee si am spus ca nu voi rata aceasta ocazie.<br />Uite asa m-am vazut purtata de drum, catre intrunirea moto, impreuna cu cativa prieteni. Drumul parcurs: Bucuresti - Giurgiu - Ruse - Nikolovo - Giurgiu - Oltenita - Bucuresti.<br />Intrunire de nota 10 as zice eu. Din cate am inteles a fost o intrunire cu fonduri mici, o intrunire mica a unui club moto numit Spirit of Freedom, iar ideea petrecerii: Retro Bikers (motociclete de epoca).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464994023549026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vmK8o3EOtWUXCS68F9m4cbpFV9f-9JDeZV7PZVWAf300AtWSUh-A-zcOTewFjBtrnmCWWhUvZSg3UGwALN5d6pMNmBlBX5bMXbVhN2BAU-Q_tnH0tczGelOEbyNisVvYUgrL8U_rFz0/s320/P5230070.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464991740545650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2XVw4_k214V8OsdVUdMXlMU1tTc8GqpO8Zt43r2i0KmKcWf3o6n2UDgGkucu6lxd4SXRswocpu9BcXMzVFw1QzTRDPTtUCDoYkUsYT6FylfivSgz2GnFzHLuVD-MOl2rCorPW2M3Ffg/s320/P5230069.JPG" />Din momentul cand am ajuns am simtit un aer de noutate. Ne-au intampinat 2 bulgaroaice cu zambetul pe buze, ne-au spus in engleza ca trebuie sa platim intrarea 2 leva, adica 3 lei. In schimbul acestor bani si al accesului in parc, am primit si un medalion inscriptionat cu numele clubului si petrecerii. Un medalion chiar simpatic pe care multi dintre noi il vom pastra amintire. <div><div>Membrii clubului foarte primitori au multumit de nenumarate ori romanilor pentru participare, ba mai mult unul din ei la vederea mea pe motor a inceput sa ma aplaude si sa faca o plecaciune in fata mea spunand ceva in bulgareste. Evident ca nu am inteles nimic si m-am rusinat toata. </div><div>O locatie de milioane, superba in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. O rezervatie naturala, un parc national frumos. Am strabatut fiecare alee, ne-am odihnit pe iarba frumos mirositoare la umbra brazilor inalti.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464997246538754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRmrhiVgnQaJhBSq0WAkljSnlFyFkioAy6bl3xFJBF_flTn7CyQdOISRYwngFrLHKtgdxMhnEPYBo6BBm7OcUEwoohR2e9I0OoUKupoxDgyJe_f1mLMGAnYJsTWD_ARAOE-0O53ALgTM/s320/P5230087.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464063118056610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxXGMMXPHiof2tGyFEqI0E6o46zvW1SNG9k1mXHLOTmosb5e2fGjcT9Vv5kS1lAj_tDIXiErIarTjZXkkdqJ_k6RLmg8biEuQ0ZnU5D0D57hwqslB0R3cZtGq0H8duovdwrSU6jEH_B4/s320/Untitled+-+4.jpg" />Dar a venit si momentul cand a trebuit sa ne intoarcem de unde am plecat, adica in capitala romaneasca. Poate ca am incercat sa facem drumul mai lung, asa ca am ales sa ne intoarcem pe Oltenita. Frumos drum, plin de peisaje si satuce...dar nu indeajuns de lung, asa ca in final am ajuns acasa.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464071139725026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpD3GrK9QfQt-zOll3PI7k8tFG8pTq_VB9OdRpMgve_AIFbviecH6eDB4gdbkXtEtqz0Ul9NI45XTGugXjpS7FZaFElMekp3YNw7vk34eC895hSl_0drXz4qxXb83TvsSyNMYlA_mSInc/s320/DSCF6357.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464065389242050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQi6SVlnZ_Z0Pr9bIoT-qaMPzynbNdQavBlD4uVBo_Qrt94jg4pjGqf8yYvrHSogerg8awt1yyNMdZWMlDMAyI8-S_F_GfYJ9nvmPDkmfUmVsXD56Sd-ll98dqag0peCFZP5vc3w1OZgs/s320/Untitled+-+5.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464060004392114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyv6amGETl_zMZfDw6MmvC434iwxDmN76s6ESi7iTVm8B5SJ0aNOtc1StzBZpUK_0qvf9RnBkqcvrg7aY4XD9ynb_hbksKvZCPCXB4kM6pIuEWtTkslCqKZx10uBDw0-kcPSFlS0zVYU/s320/Untitled+-+1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464060720228114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8fxl9TXskpkz_o_E8CBsmr6EarhJolPAnqDF2Rtw329DU499Lh0OsLHohdsuAekI_DovekZ0Uw-t6Lzg-7crXlRIu6_3JYwR46Mtva7tqef8bs7tGXfsD84XLcu3eDeTFJ_RbuNakgM/s320/Untitled+-+2.jpg" /> Am ramas cu o impresie foarte buna despre intrunirile moto din Bulgaria, motiv pentru care planuiesc sa mai particip.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339465004121974098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdELomYT5aXw0P2Dbw_5Jspmg_O8qW_r6lD6k8Iay4EYAWw74rjHY9h_sYcVAzmQKQqwEuD0QVo7vcd4_IkGgCVRGnYUHRf6pRZzTlGTVtNZ-rrqAglAvUtvRQBvOVykwmlVVKodJOSio/s320/P5230191.JPG" /></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-37363900952158584952009-04-13T18:30:00.004+03:002009-04-13T19:48:45.350+03:00Despre motociclism si motociclisti<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324199571713739842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_LbTC1kItTk52Oj0W5iE1byrHP4MdB1BMxLiwCEa3wNmeMlI2yDb4Kl6v1OtYJCGX3dF1xm-aj3P1hFS7H0KYFfH3-XqrkfBYFbn7ENLTuvg1Sy6-A-l8myr_l1UDk_dFpnMb7FS0o4/s320/biker.jpg" /><br />Citesc de cateva zile diferite articole despre motociclism si motociclisti. Inevitabil ma simt putin irascibila cand aflu parerea unora despre acest sport.<br />Ma intreba cineva de curand de ce m-am apucat de motociclism, raspunsul meu a venit rapid si simplu: cred ca e in sange. Bunicul si unchiul tatalui meu au fost motociclisti, asa a fost sa fie ca o nepoata (adica eu) sa devin motociclista. Mare diferenta intre ce se intampla atunci in motociclism si ce se intampla acum, mare diferenta de asemenea si intre mentalitatea de motorist de atunci si cea de acum.<br />Am observat ca motociclismul a inceput sa se imparata in diferite ramuri:<br />- <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">motociclismul ca sport de performanta</span></strong> - practicat in general pe piste speciale, concursuri organizate, antrenori si concurenti. Stima si respect pentru munca depusa, pentru ambitia si sangele rece de la cate esecuri au avut pana sa ajunga acolo unde sunt azi.<br />- <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">motociclismul ca sport simplu</span> </strong>- practicat asemenea celui de performanta, dar fara antrenori, adica pe cont propriu. Motociclisti care merg pe diferite piste (amkart spre exemplu, oricum altul nu cunosc pentru ca nu e domeniul meu) si se dau pana la limite/extreme pentru a-si inbunatati capacitatile de pilotaj, pentru ca acolo pot testa anumite limite fara a avea grija traficului si alte probleme de genul. Zona in care accidentele sunt mai rare si atunci cand sunt fac parte numai din greseala pilotului, un fel de a invata din propriile greseli. Motociclisti echipati care constientizeaza importanta echipamentului full, indiferent de marca acestuia.<br />- <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">motociclismul ca pasiune</span></strong> - practicat in general in timpul liber, fiind un mod de relaxare plimbarea cu propriul motor prin tara si nu numai. In general se aduna km multi, peisaje care de care mai variate, mai frumoase, se cunosc oameni noi, traditii, se cunoaste propria tara mai bine sau alta (desi multi nu ne cunoastem tara suficient ca sa o cunoastem pe a altora). Sunt motociclisti care combina protectiile detasabile cu tinuta de strada, dar care cunosc eficienta acestor protectii pentru siguranta propriului trup.<br />- <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">motociclismul ca "trend"</span></strong> - sau mai bine spus tendita/moda. Se practica in general pe marile bulevarde ale oraselor, cu motociclete scumpe sau macar accesorizate pe masura cu scopul de a atrage atentia si de a fi admirati, in genul: "moama ce motor, cat are pe bord?" sau "cat baga?" sau "o dai pe o roata?". Din fericire sau pacate putem spune multe/prea multe despre acesti "bikeri", in general masculi care si-au cumparat motoare doar ca sa aiba ceva tare intre picioare, pentru a impresiona, caci alte componente ale trupului nu ii ajuta. (precum creierul). Probabil ca dupa citirea acestui mic articol imi voi lua multe injuraturi, insa suntem constienti cu totii ca acesti fitzo-bikeri, cum ii denumeste lumea, exista printre noi. Pentru ei e important ca geaca sa fie de marca, scumpa, la fel si casca. Dar uneori se gandesc la pretul ei si le e teama sa o zgaraie de asfalt asa ca cel mai adesea ii intalnim fara echipament de protectie. Caci doar am auzit-o si pe asta: "ce sa ies ma cu casca mea scumpa, daca o zgarai?". Apoi daca dai cu bostanul de asfalt, ai dreptate in acest caz, mare paguba... Sa nu uitam totusi ca tot ei sunt cei care iau in spate fete sau <a href="http://www.pitzipoanca.org/">http://www.pitzipoanca.org</a> fara nici o problema, indiferent de tinuta acestora, ba chiar e mai cool sa fie cu o pereche de blugi cu talie extrem de joasa, cu jumatate de fund pe afara si cu pletele si ochii iesiti din orbite de la vant. Daca si ranile ar trece la fel de usor dupa un accident cum se duce pielea de pe asfalt dupa ce arunci cu apa...atunci sunt sigura ca nu ar mai exista campanii antiaccidente.<br />- <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Motociclismul de zi cu zi</span></strong> - as zice cel mai intalnit la noi in tara. Reprezinta motociclistii de zi cu zi, al caror mijloc de transport pana la job si la diferite treburi este motocicleta, care in timpul liber pleaca la plimbari tot cu motocicleta, cei ce unesc cateva din tipurile de motociclism de mai sus, mai putin motociclisti de "trend". Sunt cei a care stiu cat de importanta e siguranta persoanala, au grija de acest lucru dar care uneori (din cand in cand) mai uita cate o protectie din graba sau lene si fix atunci au cate o cazatura. Le place uneori sa mestereasca singuri la propriile motociclete, important pentru ei e ca acestea sa functioneze cum trebuie nu sa aiba "x" toba de firma sau leduri pe sub motocicleta.<br />Toate aceste tipuri de motociclism au ca punct comun un singur lucru: motocicleta. Si atunci vin si ma intreb, suntem judecati in aceeasi oala atunci cand unul din noi greseste in trafic si soferii ne numesc: "motociclisti satanisti si violatori de babe" (e chiar pe bune). Dar ma gandesc de ce trebuie sa primesc eu injuraturi din partea soferilor gen "nesimtitilor, mergeti numai cu viteza" cand eu incerc sa mentin mereu limita legala. Nu spun ca sunt un ingeras, fac si eu greseli pentru care imi cer scuze si merg mai departe, dar am observat ca multi soferi poarta ura pe motosiclisti si ma trezesc cu manevre brutale adresate mie, pentru ca sunt pe o motocicleta. De ce tre sa platesc eu uneori pentru imaturitatea si lipsa de responsabilitate a unora. Nu spun sa nu fim uniti, dar uneori si soferii au dreptate: am avut "norocul" uneori sa merg in spatele unor motociclisti care erau de'a dreptul nesimtiti pe bune, conducand fara norma, incat nu iti puteai da seama ce vor sa faca: sa se sinucida sau sa provoace un accident.<br />La rubricile de "Accidente", cum da caldura cum se moare pe capete si se umple spitalul de raniti. In Romania nu exista educatie rutiera, nu exista respect in trafic, stiind aceste lucruri uneori e mai bine sa zici: da-l naibi, lasa-l sa treaca, decat sa mor eu / mai bine o las mai usor, nu stiu ce va face soferul din fata. Nu port de grija altor motociclisti, uneori fiecare si-o face cu mana lui, pentru asta exista selectie naturala, doar imi pare rau de motociclistii victime ale accidentelor rutiere.<br />Apoi dupa prezentarea cazurilor ma uit la Judecata din Zilele Noastre, adica criticile extreme ale unor motociclisti perfecti: "daca esti incepator, de-aia ai cazut" "pai asa se ia o curba?" De parca toti s-au nascut invatati sau ei nu au fost niciodata incepatori. Ba mai mult, vin persoanje care fie nu au motocicleta, fie nici macar pemisul categoria A si critica greselile altora. Mai sa fie, s-a schimbat standardul experienta - sfaturi?<br />Motociclismul, inainte de '90 mai mult pasiune si sport, acum pasiune sau fitze.<br />Spune-mi tu acum care este proportia intre aceste tipuri de motociclism?<br /><br />Link catre ce inseamna motociclismul pentru mine, prin ochii lui Daniel Bufu: <a href="http://ravenitza.blogspot.com/2008/05/viata-pe-motor.html">http://ravenitza.blogspot.com/2008/05/viata-pe-motor.html</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9DY3invaIfsGfcVIiHzl3ydn2k_C-QFtoZa9RTZ9sFzNZ7QBgYzCNbeOvPN4m7KkGlomN_T7Tdm52yBJnCYGaZMx7H0HcIPytJR3-Mo0rXp8O7byRyi_L5ZkSHoM51YQe1l53KwLpcM/s1600-h/P4050077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324199576679097970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9DY3invaIfsGfcVIiHzl3ydn2k_C-QFtoZa9RTZ9sFzNZ7QBgYzCNbeOvPN4m7KkGlomN_T7Tdm52yBJnCYGaZMx7H0HcIPytJR3-Mo0rXp8O7byRyi_L5ZkSHoM51YQe1l53KwLpcM/s320/P4050077.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-40650834693653178682009-03-09T19:04:00.006+02:002009-03-10T10:42:14.077+02:00Plimbarica de LuniMa uitam zilele astea la meteo si ma intrebam cand prind o zi calda si insorita, fara mici picaturi de ploaie..si uite ca azi asa a fost. Asa ca m-am hotarat sa ies la o plimbarica scurta ca pentru prima zi din saptamana. Am pus in browser o portie de Google, un varf de “obiective turistice apropiere bucuresti” si un praf de “search”. E adevarat mi-a luat cam 2 ore sa gasesc ceva interesant in calea mea, insa cu un mic efort si un sprijin al hartii vechi rutiere primita de la tatal meu, am gasit ceva insemne de monumente si manastiri. Intr-un final am alas traseul:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239073595406546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAfy5keBWuSfPJDuogUtctgfqeOM0JCkBKg83ZB9CrScdCNygI7rx7LIg6WXF2enZsXul-NvPM8H-V8jQDpWoalDHxb8gJrEbOlfHOVVzQ3OoPlAjX5Nk4e8wRx3xmgKt1QLty5JzdE0/s320/harta.jpg" /><br />Asa ca dupa ce am facut plinul la Hondita mea, am plecat la drum. Nimic incantator pe DN1, caci doar e cel mai uracios drum, parerea mea. Dar la Balotesti am facut dreapta si mi-am continuat drumul. La iesirea din acesta localitate, atentia mea era indreptata catre soarele ce parca se incapatana sa imi stea numai in fata, dar cu coada ochiului am vazut un semn ce indica un drum la stanga catre: "Zona de pescuit sportiv". Asa ca am facut cale intoarsa cativa metri si m-am indreptat catre acel loc. As zice eu foarte dragut: <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239079213179442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3BweQb4qvUThzkY0U8a-UNzI2GoUcvtyskyGFynaw1UmxmkrKnQqMBMbKJNn6ucXZfqMlSyExtkkBEu7dsTq4fJvFqub4GHLfF4RueXG3hCdvOmoJYYVfMzBTygUoXvfscPN02AKefE/s320/P3090004.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239100630014546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_7cq-aaruVLpT5CdcJijEI7JkaiqaXnZKHNYpNb6-jXWQIxd1DSYyPoVWZzIopTugbEeh46qEohpHjeEVM4PMiEfZy9MMxLasAGZt2jdMt-zQV-roc0gEA-xwVOx9JTkAYCcBvm0xyU/s320/P3090013.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239091351895458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AQqk2uNJymVzc2YKhI07zkLA04YIwqTtWjOwPaSqCx8TjvVQ2RhK86u5NIaSvwFpiYatTGcsIvvyKPPY-fDmjE0wGIkHfp4JyvyNYk6j5uC1orywkoFFql4y07scHzxFocEZtIPfj6Y/s320/P3090007.jpg" /><br />M-am intors pe drumul principal si dupa nu foarte mult timp am dat de un alt semn. Acesta indica Manastirea Caldarusani, asa ca m-am abatut de la drumul principal si am mers pe cel ce ducea spre manastire, insa nu mica mi-a fost mirarea ca aveam ceva de strabatut iar asfaltul nu era tare incantat sa ne primeasca, gropi sau mai bine spus cratere imi zdruncinau micul dejun. Dupa cativa km, am ajuns la poarta imensa din lemn ce dadea spre curtea foarte mare a manastirii.Putina istorie acum. Manastirea a fost fondata de catre domnitorul Matei Basarab iar construirea sa a fost finalizata prin octombrie 1638, dupa cum arata vechile hrisoave. Se mai spune ca pe locul unde este acum manastirea au fost odata Codrii Vlasiei. Manastirea are si un muzeu in care se afla o bogata colectie de arta medievala, carti si icoane vechi. Nu l-am vizitat pentru ca am preferat peisajul si linistea din afara manastirii.Caldarusani este inconjurata de ape. In dreapta manastirii este o carare pe unde poti cobori chiar pe malul lacului. De acolo, printre salcii si stuf se vede malul celalalt al lacului si, din loc in loc, alti amatori de natura veniti sa pescuiasca sau sa faca un gratar.Linistea din aceasta zona te linisteste total, departe de aglomeratia din Bucuresti si zgomotul de zi cu zi. Calugarii te intampina cu zambetul pe buze, poti pasi oriunde fara nici cea mai mica problema, locul este deschis oricarui om.La plecare un calugar ma intreaba foarte senin de cat timp merg cu motorul, daca imi este greu. Dupa o scurta discutie, plec din nou spre drumul principal.</div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239114637109554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3AN4az7qgEd9pO6eF37mh8qNqIwHynjXHnQF3hO2rbJ-DNzb9JZ6E5Ac6-nOLrzKX0E9rIllpn1hTVNCxqTA8IAG6TFLw67uHAExbpu9lwm1Zw_Gj2HBK29ixFrcBcniZpmLIlxrAQ8/s320/P3090015.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239632687918850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYBJQ1KIXGfeiwgG6TLPY1s2V4Zh92vn3yiy0zLlcm6YyUA3PTqW3mbKliAG0FyuiwHXNvU0JdBPfWgLkRa4k6N_HUh9D9uZmyP9WlIsoqd6OI6-ltphfdjEV_pY2LaoA6HFHmI0rQzE/s320/P3090016.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239643703770898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4L6v2-o93CsRyi4a3iLTuomrH33uS3iGvdsz1ITBa2gnQ7jC3Hkuw7mUbdJ03Ik2I-9UtPxgqwL7mhCLiyV06ObiaErNKYk0TsGS-UP97XE4z435EHzj1SZ4lo_vRM3sbMaKLz8yZe0/s320/P3090022.jpg" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div> Mai departe nu am mai intalnit ceva ce sa apara si in carti pentru frumusetea sau istoricul lor, insa viata din sate mi-a trezit parca imaginatia, povestile lui creanga, numai ca intr-un secol nou.</div></div><br /><div>Vreo 20 km, am mers din comuna in comuna, din sat in sat, din casute vechi in casute noi. Oamenii ori lucrau la camp ori dadeau pe gat cele 40 de pahare cu vin, ce se beau astazi de Sfintii 40 de Mucenici. Femeile in varsta sau mamaicile cum le spuneam cand eram mica, erau adunate la poarta si barfeau ultima stire din sat iar copii se jucau in iarba proaspat crescuta si se plimbau pe bicicletele acelea imense, a caror roata era aproape cat inaltimea lor. Cei din urma se uitau la motorul meu cu asa uimire, asemenea celei simtite de mine cand vedeam cum naste iapa bunicilor.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239652208130242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimEPhvNAFQJv_P6o40B8AsbSkCQB9a-1E6UlyMdUVZn0t86gk3H9lXIQ13aAxfkL0zXuOVdYV8HWHGB1FfFzbX8QzKxSZzR92B3GmUh-b8Co9ZSddwBX_gXXhFgQyL55HK75AiB-qTkIY/s320/P3090026.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239656976558610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw1aq3apVZjKloYezqAj8Bk6Yf-McfAA46DxPdMoZpDHiRN9z6Cqc5hFPIi4uraXI3yYeMLr_bIfY60uG_KronCvwCdtGGghwAVX_7Sw7q5o1nccDQfhZtJBxI3g0um-pZLWMVZ7FhXw/s320/P3090038.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239900567663794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EW0d_rxfP9Z05BdH8NIZ-rheA-RA0PCaoZEdisybsGTvo3u1AFyevQkfJH7gKii1D45BjpjdD25AH81WFpw7pTn560sfScSNzTTFXvTZb5GC09eQcmZhtED96mp6imQpWvUIFh2QIr4/s320/P3090041.jpg" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Inainte sa ajung in Ploiesti, cu vreo 13 km, am intalnit o zona foarte ciudata, cu cladiri ruinate, cu pamant rosiatic ce a facut si soseaua sa capete o culoare stranie, impanzita cu un gard din sarma gimpata ruginita. Si anume fostul combinat de ingrasaminte chimice de la Valea Calugareasca:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239924667125058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5j6LPXRoOZ6Xx6E1Iarvgev_GJ59oLIGo-gPA_hZkix5Qw_LYCAkp4hhSzrr3QbpFPTpkY21FCdZ01oZj-5jqq5KqW88ZT3ARlVqk6BHEGAgKAxhhaPVCJIC-GxPSj4AuMF9AiUtEBM/s320/Untitled+-+1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239902306394754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOz7sn9i0nMwv5nmPO0sfGqcTegbJ1O6HAdptR90SdGigbiBWV0lxP3hX6YRWyMK1pcz47rObPOPfIFwXVgkJ6sSQZVaBu873laQ4ABClNK1SItbI1By401UbvwN-h9eWs_H0Y7pIXEl0/s320/P3090048.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239922753481826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfcx0nz4O9LUE_kWUB9uwM9Z1N-CKMu1_P2KfsFtZ7jokBFTBqlvBefvU-O9Z7ZKHOUmW1o2M_3ax9_lQgsbHRHZhRFfCW-pDrzPS7TDiSFLOzgswVSeWJ3Wp4S-kwvi67zuvy-xuJ7U/s320/P3090059.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311239918540360194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4vg3T7OjL5s1rNnyM1SKa3G57sqp14Rc1RU8rYXnCMDIEZwASv3zxR7AC63lxCNZ9FAFdlA-7lbx2zj5L5w_8gzK_R0lBc1n_lDAWWK1CiQ8FNoxUixRb_HgA0OtVcuDKDQWe0P_tLs/s320/P3090055.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div>Dupa ce am admirat aceasta zona, mi-am continuat drumul spre Ploiesti. Mai departe m-am intors pe DN1, ma repet: nimic interesant pe acest drum national.</div><div>In total 192 km, o plimbare scurta dar plina. Va recomand! Mai putin vitezanelor, caci sunt portiuni unde asfaltul lipseste, sau apare o piatra cubica de pe vremea lui Ceausescu. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-40902373441964781492009-01-26T16:59:00.004+02:002009-01-26T23:09:37.949+02:00Motorcycle poem<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619007271761458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Eqj5NwHdJCu5lrLe6jARQCOUn9ms0zvaGzlE5dPWC_afoDslhaRI9VL1hursjmAJFa95ASsVqN4_U92jvVXdSLbn68Sk0YT7J52jp-6ow93npd6Mvhyphenhypheno0sZV5BS3n0c587x5UUV2wYU/s320/wheely.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApwh4vRILW0lJ-5v_iCLuXqVeYJFdosGAI3W1L5cSb2T313hiGlxs8cNc-W_goG7nqOy4mlZWK34Aj8Klx36zXWWCiY4mSDSFJlMAV5hsps4CQl-Pj0dWPJ50iZiaYYAgsQWCm453TmU/s1600-h/wheely.+o+mana.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619008736710530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApwh4vRILW0lJ-5v_iCLuXqVeYJFdosGAI3W1L5cSb2T313hiGlxs8cNc-W_goG7nqOy4mlZWK34Aj8Klx36zXWWCiY4mSDSFJlMAV5hsps4CQl-Pj0dWPJ50iZiaYYAgsQWCm453TmU/s320/wheely.+o+mana.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMz3npocC1Q2qCvZ0JID35ZbbFRqj91udv3776hoATCTJ8ym42zKsCKGN6sD8EHILRgjxH-3YdOSS64fBNuC2D82GdGFjH1Y51CgIfFYuFyAwHaDhtgu4mZS1dFm-6MwiTK1-OKqpjy8/s1600-h/PC070158.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619006538628674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMz3npocC1Q2qCvZ0JID35ZbbFRqj91udv3776hoATCTJ8ym42zKsCKGN6sD8EHILRgjxH-3YdOSS64fBNuC2D82GdGFjH1Y51CgIfFYuFyAwHaDhtgu4mZS1dFm-6MwiTK1-OKqpjy8/s320/PC070158.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295619005365031074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3oURt46Xq0QuaEbnJHfr10qnSpFWAifpz-_4TYiXVGNGRxscAXI0uN24BDjlgVNySTgOPJAcZ-E-nwayas-X5r0Ur2EXk_E3RkjfuNR5OAcoPSu2pq-E_bZNVIapSxnL5nsXaU_XP-GA/s320/PC070122.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618999554673938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9Yhx-9JQYAMb29dGYm8EdXA-FPABLT8oa-74D3NOe3ksZC_MyX6PYRmlLQS6teaZasUHqMpdQgCFRLYhnrCRlYqjJlLmt66dvRyuHlTA5_b3vdaNIYTou5dibz0TYVN4aShpHRqZoNE/s320/PC070104.jpg" />I held onto you for dear life,<br />Feeling some sort of protection,<br />Because you have lived so much longer<br />Than I have.<br /><br />My arms wrapped around your waist,<br />Holding your shirt down as the wind<br />Tried to lift it off--<br />Something I was not brave enough to do<br />To you.<br /><br />I could smell the soap on your neck<br />As well as the days hard work<br />And the food of the Polish girls that you<br />Live with.<br /><br />I knew you were peeking at me,<br />Through your side mirrors to<br />See what I was giggling at.<br />The wind molded my face into a<br />Smile,<br />And you sped faster to make sure<br />It never left.<br /><br />You told me that every time you accelerated,<br />You could feel my body getting tense against yours.<br />Did you like it as much as I did--<br />The exhilaration, the speed, the wind?<br /><br />I wondered if the black hairs on your arms<br />Reflected what the salt and pepper hair on your head<br />Used to be.<br />I wondered if you felt safe<br />Wrapped in my arms,<br />Or when the last time was that you were wrapped up<br />In a woman's arms.<br /><br />You told me about your trip to North Adams,<br />And how you drove around my college.<br />And something about the foliage, and the mountains.<br />The wind only let me hear "you and me."<br /><br />My breasts pressed softly<br />Against your back and<br />I tried to listen through the<br />Disruptive wind as you<br />Explained why you loved your motorcycle<br />So much:<br /><br />You could feel the wind, the rain, the sun.<br />You could smell breakfast on the back roads,<br />The fuel in the engine,<br />The salt in the air.<br />I wondered if you were really talking about me.<br /><br />We cruised the Highway<br />Weaving in and out of traffic,<br />Just to amuse me.<br />The wind was blowing my hair,<br />And I didn't care,<br />I didn't care.Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-25832323072846268812008-11-03T21:40:00.004+02:002008-11-03T21:51:44.238+02:00Legi ale motociclismului<strong>Cele 59 de legi ale motociclismului</strong><br /><br />1. Respecta persoana care a vazut partea intunecata a motociclismului si a supravietuit<br />2. Insectele care zboara noaptea au gustul mai bun<br />3. In gentile laterale nu incape tot ce ati vrea sa incapa, dar ar trebui sa incapa tot ce aveti nevoie<br />4. Purtati bocanci grei. Nu poti lovi cu piciorul lucrurile atunci cind esti incaltat cu tenisi<br />5. NICIODATA sa nu te certi cu o femeie care tine in mina o cheie dinamometrica<br />6. Intretinerea de rutina nu trebuie niciodata neglijata<br />7. E nevoie de mai multa dragoste ca sa imparti seaua, decit e necesara ca sa imparti patul cu cineva<br />8. Singura priveliste frumoasa a unei furtuni e aceea vazut in oglinda retrovizoare. Sa nu va fie frica niciodata sa incetiniti<br />9. Numai motociclistii inteleg de ce ciinii isi scot capul pe geamurile masinilor<br />10. Motocicletele nu scapa ulei, ele isi marcheaza teritoriul (din punctul asta de vedere, comunistele au simtul proprietatii cel mai dezvoltat)<br />11. Daca te grabesti, nu intreba niciodata un motociclist in ce directie sa o iei<br />12. Daca ceva e sustinut de mai mult de 3 suruburi, inseamna ca are o importanta vitala<br />13. Adu-ti aminte ca vei fi judecat de Calul pe care il calaresti<br />14. Nu calatori prea mult noaptea pentru ca te va prinde rasaritul soarelui dormind<br />15. Placinta si cafeaua sunt la fel de importante ca benzina<br />16. Numarul de pedale necesar ca sa porniti motorul e direct proportional cu nr. Spectatorilor<br />17. Nu-i cere niciodata motocicletei tale sa urle inainte ca vocea ei sa fie calda si buna<br />18. Citeodata e nevoie de un rezervor plin inainte ca tu sa poti gindi clar<br />19. Daca vrei sa-ti iei o slujba, e posibil sa trebuiasca sa faci compromisuri sefilor. Va trebui chiar sa te si razi (hmmm, asta e valabil si pentru femeile din USA)<br />20. Daca vei merge cu o viteza mai mare decit oricine, asta nu-ti garanteaza decit faptul ca vei calatori singur<br />21. Nu ezita niciodata sa treci de ultima lumina de la captul orasului<br />22. Niciodata sa interpretezi gresit cal putere = rezistenta<br />23. Un motociclist bun are echilibru, discernamint si o buna sincronizare. Asta inseamna ca e si un bun amant<br />24. Un hamburger inghetat poate fi incalzit foarte usor daca-l fixezi la capatul tobei si faci o tura de vreo 60 de km<br />25. Nu fa niciodata mai putin de 60 de km inainte de micul dejun<br />26. Daca nu mergi cu motocicleta pe ploaie insemna ca nu esti motociclist<br />27. O motocicleta pe sosea face cit 2 aflate in magazin<br />29. Cind te uiti in jos la sosea pare ca nu se mai termina, dar ai face bine sa crezi se termina<br />30. Motociclistii tineri aleg o destinatie si pleaca. Motociclistii batrini aleg o directie si pleaca<br />31. Sfatul e gratis si merita fiecare banut<br />32. Citeodata cel mai rapid mod de a ajunge la destinatie este de a opri noaptea<br />33. Intotdeauna tempereaza-ti graba si stai acolo unde poti vedea<br />34. Munceste ca sa poti calatori cu motocicleta. Mergi cu motocicleta ca sa poti munci<br />35. Orice ar fi, e mai bine in bataia vintului. Doua benzi (blacktop) nu inseamna autostrada, reprezinta o atitudine<br />36. Cafeaua buna n-ar trebui sa poata fi deosebita de uleiul de motor<br />37. Un motociclist ‘miroase’ o petrecere de la 8000 de km<br />38. Pastreaza-ti motocicleta in buna stare de functionare<br />39. Cizmele de motociclist NU sunt confortabile pentru mersul pe jos<br />40. Oamenii sunt ca motocicletele: fiecare e ‘customizat’ un pic diferit fata de ceilalti<br />41. Mai multe curse s-au cistigat in baruri decit pe pista<br />42. Nu-ti imprumuta niciodata motorul si nu-l calari pe al altuia<br />43. Daca motocicleta nu frineaza cum trebuie, nu trebuie sa incepti prin a reconstrui motorul<br />44. Adu-ti aminte sa acorzi tot atit de multa atentie partenerului de drum cita atentie acorzi carburatorului<br />45. Citeodata se intimpla sa counicati mult mai bine cind sunteti fiecare pe motocicleta proprie<br />46. Reflexele bine antrenate sunt mai rapide decit norocul<br />47. Cel mai bun ceas cu sonerie e rasaritul soarelui reflectat in crom<br />48. Invata sa faci lucruri impotriva intuitiei; asta iti poate salva fundul intr-o zi<br />49. Fereste-te de bikerul ale carui tatuaje se cojesc<br />50. Daca vrei cu adevarat sa stii ce se intimpla, fii atent la ce se petrece la o distanta de 5 masini in fata<br />51. Nu-ti face o reputatie pentru care mai tirziu vei fi nevoit fie sa rezisti fie sa dai bir cu fugitii<br />52. Fumul si unsoarea pot ascunde o gramada de erori, dar numai pentru un timp<br />53. Prieten e cel/cea care se trezeste la 2 noaptea ca sa vina cu o camioneta sa te ia din locul unde s-a defectat motorul<br />54. Daca isi schimba uleiul la motor mai des decit isi schimba planurile, urmeaza-l/urmeaz-o<br />55. Cu cit uleiul tau e mai gros, cu atit il poti lua mai fierbinte<br />56. Daca prinzi o insecta de vara la 120 km/h asta iti poate dubla vocabularul<br />57. Daca vrei sa ajungi undeva inainte de apusul soarelui, nu poti opri la fiecare bar<br />58. Foamea poate face ca pina si un accident rutier sa aibe gust bun<br />59. Trebuie sa fii suficient de destept ca sa intelegi regulile motociclismului si destul de prost ca sa crezi ca jocul e important.<br /><br />Continuati voi! ...Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-31513248107679383052008-09-30T18:33:00.006+03:002008-09-30T18:51:31.241+03:00Concurs fotografieConcursul de fotografie Motoflash: Fotografiile de mai jos pot fi votate intre 27 septembrie si 25 octombrie de catre vizitatorii site-ului. Fiecare vizitator poate acorda o nota de la 1 la 5 fiecarei fotografii din galerie. Fotografia cu cel mai mare punctaj si cele mai multe voturi va primi premiul publiculu.<br /><div>Daca va plac fotografiile mele votati: </div><br /><div>Nume: <strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Paun Elena </span></strong><br />Oras: <strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Bucuresti</span></strong><br />Titlu: <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Motorcycle Spirit</strong></span><br />Aparat: <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Canon PowerShot A460</strong></span></div><div>Pagina: <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>6</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Link: </span><a href="http://www.motoflash.ro/galerii/motophoto_2008_-_galeria_foto.html?page=6"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.motoflash.ro/galerii/motophoto_2008_-_galeria_foto.html?page=6</span></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3y1rgkF17DD7tvsBs_2AOyH_xaRgy1YUkhMyyuV12h-nS1m_Brqd-M-QSAYwBpLRhb7BnPMewhTFoyE6NW4nuA8O2c9nuCvPhL-rsJpyMm528OjNlB6-AxsC7Bda-4kHCpmDTgzJYLY/s1600-h/IMG_2050.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251840201170824418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3y1rgkF17DD7tvsBs_2AOyH_xaRgy1YUkhMyyuV12h-nS1m_Brqd-M-QSAYwBpLRhb7BnPMewhTFoyE6NW4nuA8O2c9nuCvPhL-rsJpyMm528OjNlB6-AxsC7Bda-4kHCpmDTgzJYLY/s320/IMG_2050.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66JE4RtFlOPe_G9AQEQVvGOjulavM1Qi9M3fYYc21t4dU-HYRm3VdwzJCkZpicX4yJHKqeUwgVQ_6q3l9pTg0zrP_WtjRuJDCp6DksX8EV1ga7sZ6f6ROmmfyUqOujtqa2LBJqKxjQxs/s1600-h/IMG_0279.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251839974944245410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66JE4RtFlOPe_G9AQEQVvGOjulavM1Qi9M3fYYc21t4dU-HYRm3VdwzJCkZpicX4yJHKqeUwgVQ_6q3l9pTg0zrP_WtjRuJDCp6DksX8EV1ga7sZ6f6ROmmfyUqOujtqa2LBJqKxjQxs/s320/IMG_0279.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCrU7GglYjbrUhLL9RvbEFEQwv9dAad3ROyK4IuO6tdFmZvfiQaJFC16fl9kFlUPS28kLl9j2vdQGoAmjU6i3FD_fx00elnzWTRLRoban6fMJlZfaZ0vS3csuB1WixovxTG8NeC-UVUSA/s1600-h/Untitled+-+15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251839978233322578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCrU7GglYjbrUhLL9RvbEFEQwv9dAad3ROyK4IuO6tdFmZvfiQaJFC16fl9kFlUPS28kLl9j2vdQGoAmjU6i3FD_fx00elnzWTRLRoban6fMJlZfaZ0vS3csuB1WixovxTG8NeC-UVUSA/s320/Untitled+-+15.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-90516933486561135662008-08-27T14:57:00.006+03:002008-08-27T15:17:47.428+03:00Paradisul romanesc.<div>Cand eram mica bunicul meu imi povestea despre calatoriile lui cu motocicleta pe meleagurile romanesti, iar una dintre calatorii mi-a ramas inca de atunci intiparita in minte: "paradisul acela, drumul ce numai muntii ne permit sa il urcam, caci lor trebuie sa ne inchinam ca ne ofera ocazia sa vedem un colt din paradis" sunt cuvintele bunicului meu. Locul acela superb este Transfagarasan.<br /><div>Atunci cand mi-am cumparat motocicleta primul meu vis de indeplinit a fost sa calc pe bataturile bunicului meu ce a urcat pe Transfagarasan de cateva ori, in compania tatalui si unchiului meu ce stateau cuminti in atasul IJ-ului condus de bunicul meu. </div><div>Uite ca in cele din urma, visul mi l-am indeplinit si am urcat alaturi de cativa prieteni pe drumul ce duce printre munti, numit Transfagarasan. Frumusetea din jur nu poate decat sa iti aduca o bucurie de nedescris in suflet, iti clateste mintea si uiti de orice problema atunci cand culmile si stancile iti par din ce in ce mai aproape, ajungand astfel mai aproape de cer si de Cel ce ne-a oferit un colt de paradis pe Pamant. </div><div>Nu as mai fi plecat de acolo pentru o lunga perioada de vreme, copacii mi-ar fi tinut loc de umbrela, frunzele de patura, luna de bec iar soarele de caldura. </div><div>Cine nu a fost niciodata pe acolo, nu va sti ce a pierdut, dar numai din povestile altora poate va fi trezit interesul. Merita fiecare secunda, fiecare efort...e un colt de paradis.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYcxS3HSEBbAumnVUt3fIAZOUHfd3BFXBQj_cSVyl094NZap5jbHyIB-WdSBlS0MSj8s60cWeft-CVMGg7VOIQUZNb1wmSqrFf1kT2EDgVm5kOuR6KgXaDOpabcdIn84vXLA-46qq9yY/s1600-h/IMG_0798.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239170016517278050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYcxS3HSEBbAumnVUt3fIAZOUHfd3BFXBQj_cSVyl094NZap5jbHyIB-WdSBlS0MSj8s60cWeft-CVMGg7VOIQUZNb1wmSqrFf1kT2EDgVm5kOuR6KgXaDOpabcdIn84vXLA-46qq9yY/s320/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcvM1dQKAI-0j8r2bdxLFknUjHnPpZDkoctBs5_Be89-GbzqHyTCKj1ZGgiwADZMX1JcudXo77JXmeQ5gpw2hiWSczRO3_HuR4SvTURMvWeOlu6uy_HGAU-SHhemxedYZqSBjHqXIXqw/s1600-h/IMG_0845.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239169420356260194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9u7kjNJOi4AYdinm2bgt_aGZJKojSZJYEaF9aEAjFx6ZRhqOEHqKGW5j6almy2gxnLnqjdWaEer5IgcE1AAVgJVrIAUM9nJkQrv0R7DDPQAuG1jgU954ZMh7I1jFXbI6yZuJSdoOFqzM/s320/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" />Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-42161660185433409322008-07-04T11:47:00.009+03:002008-12-11T08:56:55.259+02:00C- Cetati de BulgariaPentru ca vara e scurta am zis sa profit cat pot de ea, asa ca weekendul acesta, mai exact aceasta duminica am ales sa o petrec intr-un frumos orasel din Bulgaria.Mi-am anuntat prietenii, dar nu au fost multi doritori asa ca intr-un final, azi dimineata ne-am intalnit pe la ora 8, trei prieteni nebuni: eu, nice_sun_man si R4z0r, si am plecat la admirat frumuseti.<br /><div><div><div><div><div>Drumul ce sa zic, nimic spectaculos pana la Giurgiu, poate decat lanul de floarea soarelui ce ne colora viu peisajul din jur.Am ajuns in Giurgiu unde am alimentat si am luat-o frumusel spre vama cu Bulgaria, unde vamesii au fost de treaba si ne-au verificat actele fara a ne pune sa ne scoatem castile (asa cum am patit data trecuta), am trecut de Ruse desi am fi vrut sa ajungem si la intrunirea moto de acolo. Insa am hotarat sa petrecem mai mult timp in orasul superb decat sa mergem la intrunire. Oricum pe drum am intalnit zeci de motociclisti, unii veneau sper intrunire, altii plecau, multe nr de inmatriculare straine sau locale, insa absolut toti ne-au salutat ceea ce m-a mirat.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080216123659138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPCyPi5jW9azbQyeNz_87aha225XCmpvahigM9f2H00pRvMkpvPjiiQ7SUaCIDOi9StQFzvO6YaFzMvvS7P5TF8dH-k-sLpa8BEevMf1yZwDyjeQI8oMVw8MocZMHJejN0kW-tPBGtC0/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219079830841221026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3Pn272Qr7QkIdLThGzOSiard9MrzrToW6eQk0-nREc-yjQnOj3mRj0Jhq78HtapTPISssBgjkD53Lk0Eb_SsknFkTDssELA7P0fuvRV-tSx5UdjCMzQAq7GJkRyxCNvfKAv_S_T1rW4/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219079817028837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P-PFFAkpIAf4JR9K4u-b7sTX_gvvGqgXjy6ZicNxKDBAT7Wg1ozG4RJo-JnLyUcPZl2rtSF9uihws_V3zb-tNd18VvyWwJ_j0WKLC6fyNNtzxYunggoKv8LcukN4WYnSNsvnMEqtBK8/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnzb2EuyeN_fYAxrx9uzdo2qbLx8b0AHpU5bqxNMdV091UiOry-79niWVv1coDASDbqoAbqi-vSGwwzQsGn00A3Z_o-D6dBv7kwIqMccERSoK9tOhlIspUHz_1IRrvrsXe0j32_KYhaA/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219079813984833682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqnzb2EuyeN_fYAxrx9uzdo2qbLx8b0AHpU5bqxNMdV091UiOry-79niWVv1coDASDbqoAbqi-vSGwwzQsGn00A3Z_o-D6dBv7kwIqMccERSoK9tOhlIspUHz_1IRrvrsXe0j32_KYhaA/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vremea a tinut cu noi si drumul dintre Ruse si orasul superb a fost presarat cu norisori, insa fara a ploua, astfel incat temperatura ne faceam sa ne simtim cu adevarat bine, fara sa murim de cald in echipamente asa cum am patit pana in Giurgiu. Asfaltul si drumul a fost excelent, extrem de liber, iti permitea sa mergi cu viteza fara sa iti faci griji de alte drumuri din laterale. Aceleasi lanuri de floarea soarelui ne-au tinut companie.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219079822600007490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQf1XC8kTR0_KTE-P-M6bIdQyrvCeFtXol2Ptu7_N_82VQJZbfugubIT0ICwul206QlAEbirltqU19EPEe3opNUDB2AasZsbWCkXQzSx1mcFWBVAr_H_TNn4b7pAGyYZsA1hnVrXZp9g/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219083819004133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlh_VKiPR1AF8KhVe67d3d7K4kGFG_u05OjVnkJvHn5BJNgMCQVSfL1PcLmy7CpDQVvpzdYPmDtNgT_tDyU0PIImTTTcJc_1cQxcrfzK_bvLSqzBZv9zAkMtIS2rx8pywYB6VAbKSAXc/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080221719276994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVV9J4xB-QiBb5bZkocpLY6PHwxrewNMwKGRCt0xVnC_bQLM5RjhDqIaWonoiFgPNlfMBxMGKyEGl6dWAdO1oQERRYc_hyphenhyphenrgHJjXHJ5rslo4gNi6t7DXfPmJHmBceJ7u8qnqR3mNjfZfk/s320/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" />Si uite ca intr-un final am ajuns acolo unde ne doream...da, dragi cititori, la Veliko Tarnovo. Inca de la intrarea in oras ramai masca de imprejurimi si arhitectura acestui mic orasel.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080225947922290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFm1mLwWRYFlWKECVMuraJ96rc7M3JviUUancYteu5URVYLTeStkYiM6_HH-o6WveYTbZSRwJlnW-RyybFMuX5aPOHeeclWaIK7UNbh86aD1h25hbm23eq_S8Vx8DZZBB7orvx69hDc8/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /> Ciudat e sa mergi intr-o tara unde alfabetul e atat de ciudat, si greu de inteles...aproape imposibil. Asa ca ne-a fost putin greu sa gasim ceea ce cautam, adica Rezervatia muzeistico-arhitecturala Tsarevets. Cu mici intrebari, mai mult prin semne caci localnicii nu prea vorbesc (aproape deloc) engleza, am reusit sa aflam unde este situat.<br /><div>Dar inainte de a merge la acea rezervatie, am hotarat sa mancam, si dupa ce ne-am invartit pe niste stradute inguste, gen lipscani, cu magazine de suveniruri la parter, cladiri vechi dar reconditionate, totul in panta si piatra aproximativ cubica pe jos, am gasit o terasa f ok, unde am luat "micul dejun" pentru ca altceva nu serveau...adio friptura bajeti Norocul nostru a fost ca meniul a cuprins si varianta in engleza insotita de poze ca pentru..."neintelegatori".</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080746584728642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMyNgflTsasbph2EeEzryKEfuOM7KhT6b5zFhHoJ04TbN1UOkK_hbPjYd34dVHW23xxCmtk39sXDDp15f6CtrTA_R43o8FVeYRherblW2eTktLB13r6a0DJqsvKKGdbwR8p36WCBjqUmc/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080227812157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1H7dcIj0QwdMEn5MW91eM4btJ-NgeemzjfGKYgI-tnhtbWCVE07V3ZJZtqwjv7U5qzB0451zvJuPb5bYdbzIyXF_LxPla4to93OUJ4t6Ox7IyCwShkjydwOuhWsYdbHRI0p-3JwKZZ4/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" />Dupa ce am facut burta plina, ne-am plimbat pe stradutele inguste si pline de suveniruri pentru a admira tot ce inseamna traditie si amintire "made in Bulgaria". Caldura de afara ne-a cam stat in spate si o caram ca pe o povara grea ce ne inmuia din ce in ce mai tare picioarele. </div><div>Calatoria a fost presarata cu nenumarate momente amuzante, de pilda, pe stradutele de mai sus, Bogdan l-a vazut pe un "stimabil" domn cu fata la un perete din pietre ca lucra ceva cu apa, si s-a gandit ca ar fi oportun momentul sa isi spele casca. Foarte convins se indrepta catre acel perete, pana in momentul in care am realizat cu totii ca acel domn aveam chemare de la natura si isi facea nevoile fara rusine la acel perete. Bineinteles ca au urmat glume peste glume.</div><div>Apoi ne-am indreptat catre Tsarevets, si inca de la poarta, locul de unde cumperi biletul cu 4 leva, ramai fascinat de ce e in jur. E vorba de o prima asezare de pe acel deal ce a aparut in anul 4200 i.H. Dealul este protejat cu un zid lung de cca 2 km. </div><div>De la intrarea in Cetate, totul devine medieval. Negotul se face cu fotografii ale turistilor imbracati in costume de cavaleri, pe cai sau nu. Dar las pozele sa vorbeasca.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080749553919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJQ6JAVFRtC0s7D4HqLcTfpXqeaqzJmVwqEL5gBvUQB7WluI5qv-kDtE9OovfENkcjkEKgsWQvPBOvsdkTR_p1wakVkHbmSpJRS2kCE8fpp_k3_V49g-Vq4ZKiBRqNqbhP0uOStJa1sE/s320/IMG_0073.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080759871073906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijf6vBWxGVJJnxgcsgFItkTlUhnIsqvarWxq9yR3Z1yc7gmp3BgqyChTMyeCWN71sfIJ6OTPbj-eT3ufXzMYQaRGDmeQ8vbRfHrGCNJCO7nSkoybyd1v_f0DZo3Wwx7AsOVb98m3qz_mo/s320/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTM9NNBVIxMBI64710yKFbuEjIV1KIXG3L_3a-YVHH9RmUqRNU6J3PvHayba-5uJd6J_it780GK1ufNNzSvYs0j4yBi2wbgHmsr2kTstwMQ3j032P5Qxmqx8wLAh9q1p4aBG8hgpz45tM/s1600-h/IMG_0111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081152821722866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTM9NNBVIxMBI64710yKFbuEjIV1KIXG3L_3a-YVHH9RmUqRNU6J3PvHayba-5uJd6J_it780GK1ufNNzSvYs0j4yBi2wbgHmsr2kTstwMQ3j032P5Qxmqx8wLAh9q1p4aBG8hgpz45tM/s320/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081155820524962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIV-MoEjJ9GqM_nXd-ikHWybmskUH1DoOFHQikLohN8BDtbNweXikQ46nrYF0wf_JMjr3wqRTUwNZ_55MtvzBRbkOta3ujLRlZ05bNMeX2bqm8zSYbHPiHy2bhV1uKzwZ-6ZtD9JHxQY/s320/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080753503351234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGO8nd_mmq06EdV0BLQF1aWmNntxBmljJSc3qFrK1FxBUZxUSyIuEyBJUmuYWyqF9rsWMqFDcz0Z8qKM0wUxwFxm_thm8ByTq_TcY38GIJoSzL_g5JYN27kycYxrlyMVmKn0iY9aI4rZI/s320/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219080756079965778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj4dKl7n_Joj_2Y9OEnGDRqnLfnUzfg8NJsCE8VXH2uQVDwwGHdWb3H7RDhnJ5VVOyRlIdtSO1HuI_wrCgLOeDjNTQyhjScCQ_eqdiI9UyBxiX6IpY0AmB1ZW9vbQFtYb2mwt4jUlLo8/s320/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" />Dupa ce ne-am clatit ochii cu aceste frumoase ruine de cetati, biserici, cladiri, am hotarat sa mergem si la Biserica "Sf Patruzeci de mucenici" care se afla la 1 km distanta de Rezervatia de mai sus. Se afla pe malul Yantrei, si reprezinta un monument medieval bulgar format din bazilicaalungita si 6 coloane. Drept ghid am avut un catelus care nu se mai desprindea de mine.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMiEGBgvGlB8bs8KYE96jm3zu8t6Q_FgQVJECnxP1XXAYZEorYNRHHHNRsoBoHVjrf4D0x5aayugH2eJi1KjT0Qllt79iCe00BSjuVVHwZHQFaUG-WdW2w8aCCZffRZ1K_ASqay4wCW4/s1600-h/IMG_0151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081158348036930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMiEGBgvGlB8bs8KYE96jm3zu8t6Q_FgQVJECnxP1XXAYZEorYNRHHHNRsoBoHVjrf4D0x5aayugH2eJi1KjT0Qllt79iCe00BSjuVVHwZHQFaUG-WdW2w8aCCZffRZ1K_ASqay4wCW4/s320/IMG_0151.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo3QtmGi9wHBqpDUYowM0zsFEILPJhzXu7QPu_8ULwp-eDxa9HE5HpQvPUxWJXgq3j9Xd17fCUJRCP_eUan4jg1cU4cWpZB9QYpJZZBNUvjdfuwsBWWS5jwYEtfLlAigRvQilSRqoaps/s1600-h/IMG_0154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081164043990818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTo3QtmGi9wHBqpDUYowM0zsFEILPJhzXu7QPu_8ULwp-eDxa9HE5HpQvPUxWJXgq3j9Xd17fCUJRCP_eUan4jg1cU4cWpZB9QYpJZZBNUvjdfuwsBWWS5jwYEtfLlAigRvQilSRqoaps/s320/IMG_0154.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081162194065954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6L-pfYjL7EKFjBQEB-UEBvX-MRY4JG6rmzKT9vbBYeUOVbQVsgyZZX9VfpgQrfCzgMFcxOXog8oSpcrSk6wPbDp1ijJk_-eyp1c-ytzVIHazoJNaP2VUmftBBC1QjCkNztmcuTuPXzrQ/s320/IMG_0158.jpg" border="0" />Ne-am intors apoi in centrul orasului, am mancat o pizza imensa si extrem de buna apoi ne-am incarcat bagajele si ne-am intors la Giurgiu. Daca in Bulgaria la a a doua terasa nu am mai reusit sa mancam inghetata, pentru ca meniul era scris numai in bulgareste fara poze, in Giurgiu dupa oprirea din port, am mancat o inghetata ce ne-a racorit dupa o zi calda, chiar prea calda de vara.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4OnlpF77JFIk7eotCrE0I94zIuDPvY0vgYtD8D-jvY_LWmGZzwsRuMnx4Ce5EZU1RVsLFAqxI2KzL5VZx8bJZdZBDQs7qmvlIJcIxW3v2tG0xHra1jhBFZj6hI8KY-3f5v5qiQcYdRc/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081564342506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU4OnlpF77JFIk7eotCrE0I94zIuDPvY0vgYtD8D-jvY_LWmGZzwsRuMnx4Ce5EZU1RVsLFAqxI2KzL5VZx8bJZdZBDQs7qmvlIJcIxW3v2tG0xHra1jhBFZj6hI8KY-3f5v5qiQcYdRc/s320/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWbz7a7U7OFmhFYextDYg8swjMBzuSmR_KLT0gEOpkYpsmqamJVqsaN7UEfETnwmqfMjq4EV1Yg7euWx8uCd6p1n3ohEEmTZwTh6TF8BrjHYG2WfJhJLxTmlsG71yYUDeAJ36fZkCwPU/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081567107240754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGWbz7a7U7OFmhFYextDYg8swjMBzuSmR_KLT0gEOpkYpsmqamJVqsaN7UEfETnwmqfMjq4EV1Yg7euWx8uCd6p1n3ohEEmTZwTh6TF8BrjHYG2WfJhJLxTmlsG71yYUDeAJ36fZkCwPU/s320/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2g0UodecgtMGR2bzVFcsAoCOObDB-KMiA1_aHqvOPfVaqz6PvAWo-cpC5oto9kKfxtZIMOCoA66Kd8LpGn07-CbvuweOyYpfzjrRV-70dEsBDfks5zJ17OM4C_VHSZyymQ-g5KPF6AE/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219081566233769010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2g0UodecgtMGR2bzVFcsAoCOObDB-KMiA1_aHqvOPfVaqz6PvAWo-cpC5oto9kKfxtZIMOCoA66Kd8LpGn07-CbvuweOyYpfzjrRV-70dEsBDfks5zJ17OM4C_VHSZyymQ-g5KPF6AE/s320/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" /></a>Km: 390 km<br /></div><div><div>Harta: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219079812025466914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOiIqB2hHAKldVAPfR47rKv52cVSATrrttUDldX5l7CwHJocFA2F3OwFQxLFuh4OJh4fQG6KBh8DlYsiCC82Ht0g3K-NQdmuCsIAYD1Q3e3XNIlLzDI_3giV7MnG_XnV4KRVhTleemCA/s320/harta.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-20778812861993695932008-06-22T22:39:00.005+03:002008-12-11T08:56:56.912+02:00C - Verde de munte!<div>In urma cu cateva zile am primit o veste buna despre venirea in tara a unui foarte bun prieten din Germania. Asa ca ieri am stabilit o intalnire la Predeal, pentru a ne vedea si depana amintiri.<br /><div>Ieri in jurul orei 7.30 am plecat spre Brasov, mici pauze de alimentare si de luat inca o bluza pe mine datorita unei mici ploi ce m-a prins in zona Sinaia. Drumul oarecum ok, nu foarte aglomerat, insa NU o luati pe centura Ploiestiului: se circula pe unele portiuni pe o singura banda datorita lucrarilor, si stai la stop de te uita Dumnezeu...</div><div>A fost primul drum facut spre Brasov, si mai ales primul drum SINGURA .Odata ajunsa la Predeal in jurul orei 10.30, de pe marginea drumului intr-o parcare imi face Vincent semn, ma opresc, imi parchez motorul si tocmai stabileam unde sa mergem. Ideea ar fi fost sa facem stanga si sa mergem spre Paraul Rece, Rasnov. Dar acum stateam noi de vorba, iese un camion dintr-o rampa de sub pod, ma ocoleste pe mine, eu de altfel instinctiv mi-am impins motorul mai spre bordura, si desi avea loc, face putin dreapta. Consecinte: roata spate agata roata BullDogului lui Vincent si darama motocicleta, si nu doar ca pica ci o mai si taraie putin pe jos...Pagube? multe...zgarieturi mari pe un motor impecabil. </div><div>Au urmat 4 ore de stat la politie pentru declaratii, semnaturi peste semnaturi, telefoane, etc. Intr-un final ne-am primit actele inapoi, soferul camionului a ramas fara permis 2 luni si in sfarsit pe la ora 14 am putut pleca.Am fi vrut sa mergem pana la Sfantul Gheorghe insa eu trebuia sa ma intorc in aceeasi zi si m-ar fi prins noaptea, asa ca am decis sa mergem pana la Paraul Rece unde am mancat, am admirat privelistea si ne-am indreptat catre Rasnov de unde ne-am si despartit.</div><div>De la Paraul Rece pana la Bran pe mine m-a plouat continuu...o adevarata furtuna, mi-a traznit un fulger cred ca la 1 m in spate, incat ma facusem mica pe motor de speriata ce eram. La Bran eu am facut o oprire in ciuda ploii abundete de afara...</div><div>Apoi am plecat spre Targoviste. Un drum de MILIOANE! serpentine, dealuri, munti, totul verde...superb! insa NU pentru vitezane. Este un drum extrem de prost, gropi imense, denivelari de saream din sa, in curbe ca acul gropi de puteam sa o tavalesc intr-o minune...Insa frumos ca peisaj.La Fundata deja se vedea in urma mea un extrem de mare nor iar in fata mea numai senin </div><div>Nu m-am putut abtine sa nu ma opresc pentru alte cateva poze in zona Rucar, ma simteam atat de la inaltime, aproape de nori, totul era paradis in jurul meu. </div><div>Dupa Racari m-am oprit intr-o benzinarie sa imi schimb hainele cu unele uscate, caci incepuse sa ma ia frigul pe motor cu hainele ude, si unul dintre baietii ce lucrau la benzinarie a inceput sa imi puna tot felul de intrebari "nu ti-e frica singura?" "ai ceva pb la motor?" (verificam robinetul de la benzina)...si nu au fost singurul.</div><div>Spre norocul meu a fost ok si nu am avut incidente...In Bucuresti am ajuns in jurul orei de 22 cu o mare urma de regret ca nu am mai putut ramane in acele zone fenomenale. Traseul l-am mai facut-o odata decat, cu masina si am promis persoanei cu care eram ca voi face drumul si cu motorul si mi-am indeplinit visul.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214795901000379090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAg-A9va_YWAvj9uIWHe69rjzlTiyzyARkF9q9HLKDw7P0AleFZ_NkxBcHfI7vN0LoCFN_mm8p8OR8i3tr-GU7fxJ3wEpddyR-Xnswplv8xDrdBsiokwKYJ8iwidU4zYE9eZXL_beg-hk/s320/IMG_2027.jpg" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214796200941618290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht8UoGmE5GPFifOVqXQ_UxQpN0Erv0U9-xLgMSLD1rrpGkbyY3iZ2Cnh0IYYlEH_6OswqzbMYwH0fp0WK8dqLVkUdsrjtCR56dIhDp7lQDLcGzSr6EzdXDrBuvo2g57W3zFbFlAEoTxfQ/s320/IMG_2035.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214796200262519570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-HdwHre4i0lFwkWqDkkCd2yjbku0VkdiuMMDbCR8jzSlJuwg1-XVHKGuZ-ag45OJJ-h_1FBTzj42H08GEHW78CsELVtejYjByj3H0UGapuXX1z6aGb2GQoH1VkgLndVUcnL8jmRzfuY/s320/IMG_2034.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCet5M7W7AVI_VkFMts3yZtEmc0p-cy2tFWRo3XyBySyp12ku1CIMouKrqh6MFTgFptWbsllj-31LuoFF2mNz_EWir-TLnyFc7kjHGG4X235IZ81WwYOfkqN8EX0fb4zBc8ujc7BaeiA/s1600-h/IMG_2044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214796194837389490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyCet5M7W7AVI_VkFMts3yZtEmc0p-cy2tFWRo3XyBySyp12ku1CIMouKrqh6MFTgFptWbsllj-31LuoFF2mNz_EWir-TLnyFc7kjHGG4X235IZ81WwYOfkqN8EX0fb4zBc8ujc7BaeiA/s320/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214795906160448978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tpoLx6AUPOpsxg3q6-AMv4DxamS7lej5xGRvhO7B6eP8V2LVIg9ko5-PWHfd2nre1CAMfCnndFqlPQSil9n1VVbUUZ6kgu1QXnGMToPeOCnmxcfpb5nhgJrLmIdQAXYq5fPmtYDNIGc/s320/IMG_2047.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214795902387093074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6We7UIg-bp8D7p3sZbpEAgBZu1BDJaL8rvD6G4qOz-qORSPRv_GVhGHtYVhEL3NmMOWwAoZxv5sNorFdn7htHOlCt1m76HnB-7pg8Ts6vlxMnKyAhen537P99RAQJ5XWgVV42pAwR8OU/s320/IMG_2051.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214795897335226786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TBQy4CDOSj7XWbJC_iTUMDQ-uJUnIl64YIk2R32aL3m3SUYTMv4mY4AUo_6cWjbiy5hC1kKN-H0CagKIQZlR2rfVu5AQ_HjKtNNoHFoS3SpDZ3nB2CNzJSU7dmE-sZY6Ul4kpVViyYk/s320/IMG_2050.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214795899607317698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2xPskcsxVT4M59my8NJmHLgfFjv85yagtDmYQvfX9fy8EEEwJNyRjQsFztRFg24NWkMUkMel8ECxlsDjsHpxwCqIU1CdD4i3JyiuPOl6yu_2aQZ4n__MELOc33z4j2rff9nDnFChhkg/s320/IMG_2048.jpg" border="0" /></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-92002337879414566872008-06-22T22:14:00.002+03:002008-12-11T08:56:57.255+02:00Locuri si amintiri<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BL2cpeqrhZt5r9gsmqdloP1X2yZ4Hg_OCGutad_UU5PSJere7xSncA_Gkloky88IF9plO0LPMTaFhzVWIDmBwYptxSVIpXZGM6vyYgPTr1IfRBTq2yKNqaRZvO3AQcRKulNUr3kCxBk/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214790366570627026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BL2cpeqrhZt5r9gsmqdloP1X2yZ4Hg_OCGutad_UU5PSJere7xSncA_Gkloky88IF9plO0LPMTaFhzVWIDmBwYptxSVIpXZGM6vyYgPTr1IfRBTq2yKNqaRZvO3AQcRKulNUr3kCxBk/s320/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Mai mult ca sigur vi s-a intamplat in viata sa mergeti intr-un anumit loc, sa petreceti ceva timp acolo si apoi sa asociati unele lucruri cu acele locuri.</div><div>In micile mele excursii am adunat multe lucruri pe care le asociez acelor locuri, in general gastronomice, as putea spune ca mi-e dor de:<br /></div><div>- bautura Banana Split din Praga (Cehia)</div><div>- langosa cu branza sarata si cascaval ras din Lipova</div><div>- salata cu susan si pui din Iasi</div><div>- cascavalul pane din Vama Veche</div><div>- micii din piata Obor (Bucuresti)</div><div>- clatitele uriase cu ciocolata si banana din Regie (Bucuresti)</div><div>- biscuitii cu bucatele de ciocolata din Viena (Austria)</div><div>- pestisorii guvizi din 2 Mai</div><div>- crochetele de pui extrem de lungi din Ruse (Bulgaria)</div><div>- inghetata in jumatate de pepene galben din Galati</div><div>- tortul cu bomboane perlate din Arad</div><br /><div></div><div>si lista va continua!</div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-78982060526335702632008-05-08T13:44:00.004+03:002008-12-11T08:57:01.115+02:00Viata pe motorNu ma pot abtine sa nu va impartasesc ce au ajuns ochii mei sa citeasca, respect pentru daniel: <a title="daniel.befu@gandul.info" href="mailto:daniel.befu@gandul.info">daniel.befu@gandul.info</a> <div><div> </div><div><strong>Viata pe motor<br /></strong><a id="m328" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=328&id=TYsIAxYjerBnKOpbeLZ77m_nsQ--" winurl="/blog/popup_slideshow.html?p=328&id=TYsIAxYjerBnKOpbeLZ77m_nsQ--" winwidth="800" winname="null" winheight="550" winoptions="2"></a><a id="m328" href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog/slideshow.html?p=328&id=TYsIAxYjerBnKOpbeLZ77m_nsQ--"></a><br /><em>"Multam la Dumnezeu, am o nevasta potrivita pentru mine. Foarte mult conteaza ca sa te potrivesti cu o femeie, ca sa fie pe aceeasi barca cu tine", se insufleteste Ede (59 ani), aruncand o privire galesa nevestei sale Viorica (50 ani). De 30 de ani sunt casatoriti. Daca o intrebi cum se face ca nici la varsta asta nu le-a disparut focul din privire, Viorica iti va raspunde ca: "Ne-a legat foarte mult motorul. Pentru amandoi au fost o pasiune motorul si calatoriile".<br />Ede s-a apucat de calarit motoare pe cand era un tanc. "Tata a avut motoare ca a fost un om de bani gata.<br />A fost fierar particular. Eu aveam 7-8 ani cand tata m-a invatat sa merg pe un Royal Enfeld de doi jumate, cu supape deschise, din '39. In vremea aia nu-ti trebuia musai carnet, ca orasele nu erau asa aglomerate. La Cluj era o zona langa Fabrica de Caramida unde puteai sa te dai cu motorul". Asa ca de-abia in '70 a luat permisul. "In vremea aia ne adunam cate 80-100 de motociclisti si porneam in sir pe Valea Ariesului, sus, spre moti", povesteste Ede. In ?77 s-a luat cu Viorica pe care a imbolnavit-o iute de motoare. Tocmai absolvise profesionala, dar n-a mai apucat sa intre in tura, ca a ramas insarcinata. In schimb, "am circulat pe motor pana cand eram in 8 luni si jumatate". Copiii au inceput sa curga ca pe banda, dar Ede si Viorica n-au vazut-o ca pe-o poticnire: "Pana copiii au fost mici, am cumparat motocicleta cu atas si i-am dus peste tot cu noi. Botezul cu motorul li-l faceam pe la 6 luni. Cand erau mici incapeau toti patru. Mai tarziu, pe la 13-14 ani, cand au inceput sa lege prietenii cu alti copii, au iesit din atas", isi aminteste Viorica. Dragostea de natura si libertate i-a purtat pe mai toate drumurile tarii: "Ieseam in fiecare weekend la pescuit, faceam excursii in munti. Sau ieseam la picnic, unde am tinut mereu o traditie, pe care o avem si azi: indiferent ce avem de mancare, de la noi nu lipseste slanina prajita". Iar o data pe an, "in septembrie, ne adunam din toata tara la <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yv_qW_RfbP3Cj5aL8_Cwxf46NRFSFgU-pfXz94sBL4XYTczDvsgyhY04EuGRmTrv19ddOYTynote2oIZxARjlU6OL-18saksisaizZKZlW7SdOXd2_LRGTI9AwmmLqZYEw9P9_QQXm0/s1600-h/IMG_4880.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197957556036384306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yv_qW_RfbP3Cj5aL8_Cwxf46NRFSFgU-pfXz94sBL4XYTczDvsgyhY04EuGRmTrv19ddOYTynote2oIZxARjlU6OL-18saksisaizZKZlW7SdOXd2_LRGTI9AwmmLqZYEw9P9_QQXm0/s320/IMG_4880.jpg" width="333" border="0" /></a>Cheile Turzii. Atunci toti veneau pe motor. Eram asa-zisii hippie. Foarte putini din cei care veneau nu erau casatoriti, de obicei cei foarte tineri. Ascultam muzica rock straina, dar si romaneasca. Ede purta pe atunci o geaca cumparata de la cehoslovacii veniti in excursie in Romania, iar a mea era cusuta de un prieten. Erau concursuri de motoare: mersul incet, mersul in viteza, tras de franghie, concurs de baut bere, aruncare de greutate. Mai ales ne placea concursul de mancat placinte: se facea placinta si se punea deasupra dulceata si tu trebuia s-o mananci fara sa pui mana pe ea. In mijlocul ei era premiul: o moneda de 25 de bani. Prin ?79-?80 s-a interzis adunarea in grupuri mai mari, probabil din motive politice, chit ca noi acolo nu discutam politica deloc", isi aminteste Viorica. Dupa '90, adunarile s-au indesit. "Acum nu mai e o problema sa ajungi la o intalnire a motociclistilor. Vin si cu masina si cu trenul, cei mai multi pentru discoteca din timpul noptii. Cei care vin cu motoarele sunt baieti de gasca, populari. Consuma alcoolul cu anumita masura, nu se imbata ca porcii, sa faca scandal ca tinerii care vin cu trenul". Toate s-au amestecat in asa hal, incat, in 2001, la intalnirea de la Odorheiul Secuiesc, "s-a interzis sa se porneasca motoarele in camping, pentru ca erau multi copii mici si trebuie sa doarma. Un neamt, prieten de-al nostru, nu a putut sa stea linistit, a pornit motorul si a inceput sa circule prin incinta campingului. Atunci lumea s-a luat de el, l-au facut nazist. Noua nu ne-a convenit. L-am aparat, ca doar n-a facut atatea sute de kilometri din Germania pentru o intalnire de familie. Motoarele trebuiau sa vorbeasca in alea trei zile, nu copiii". Tot intalnirile le-au adus si amintiri frumoase: "In ?98, la Sibiu, au adus o motocicleta MZ ca sa faca concurs de spartul motorului cu ciocanul. Clubul din care faceam parte pe atunci, "Transilvania Bikers" din Cluj, s-a revoltat: de-aia este motor, sa umbli cu el, nu sa-l spargi, indiferent de marca. Atunci sibienii mi l-au dat cadou, fiindca eram cel mai batran motociclist". O alta amintire faina o are chiar din 2006, cand la intalnirea de la Turda a iesit al doilea la intrecerea de motoare, la numai 2 metri in spatele castigatorului. "Dar cei prezenti m-au indragit asa de tare, ca am facut o tura fara casca la placerea publicului". De cinci ani, Ede s-a pensionat si s-au retras in munti, la Cugir. "Aici, dupa o jumate de ora, ajung la un varf de unde vad tot Paltinisul. Vad pana la Deva. E ceva splendid". In loc sa-si odihneasca oasele dupa zece ani de mecanica auto si 24 de lacatuserie, Ede e bucuros ca poate face dupa capul <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqW7LU_8UONDl9JPYaNnw7OuWXWYfEMdEdkXPvt2IOpu0ItWkWbeb5Z1AkTFufHkx4mGjH6nfg-yalgipZ2UPZh74p3X-b98jkmHx2LCWtEq71iKi9IwtWBDymcFkpXFIJyc2ib-ol1mw/s1600-h/cale.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197957560331351618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqW7LU_8UONDl9JPYaNnw7OuWXWYfEMdEdkXPvt2IOpu0ItWkWbeb5Z1AkTFufHkx4mGjH6nfg-yalgipZ2UPZh74p3X-b98jkmHx2LCWtEq71iKi9IwtWBDymcFkpXFIJyc2ib-ol1mw/s320/cale.jpg" width="331" border="0" /></a>lui. "Nu ne mai comanda nimeni. Facem dupa placerea noastra. Suntem liberi sa mergem oriunde. Eu acum ma simt in floarea vietii. Varsta o simt doar atunci cand ma uit in oglinda. In rest, parca-s ca si cand am cunoscut-o pe nevasta-mea. Poate ca viata asta, ca tot timpul am alergat, m-a tinut in forma". Clubul din care fac parte de cand s-au mutat la Cugir se cheama "Lupii Sigidavei". Viorica explica: "Suntem suflete libere, ca si acestia. Pur si simplu, ne place pe doua roti. Nu conteaza cum e vremea afara, ca ploua sau ninge. Chiar daca e cald si frumos cum e vara afara, vantul tot se simte pe motor. Masina nu ne place: te simti inchis ca intr-o cutie". Cand au de mers la vreo intalnire, se-ncing in piele din cap pana-n picioare. Au pantaloni americani cu sireturi si embleme din 10 in 10 centimetri. Geaca lui e de aviatie americana, in timp ce a ei este plina de tinte. "Cand ne facem aparitia la intalnirile de motoare, eu cu plete albe pana la mijlocul spatelui si cu barba alba, iar sotia cu parul taciune, in timp ce obrazul ne este brazdat de ani si de vanturi, toti intorc capetele dupa noi, chit ca n-avem un Harley, ci doar o Yamaha Virago. Cand ne oprim, in jur apar numai baieti si fete care ne pupa, ne intreaba ce mai facem, cum o ducem cu sanatatea. Petrecem si ne simtim asa bine intre tineri... Avem multi prieteni". Motociclistii mai tineri sunt si cei care i-au imbiat sa urce pe motoare de viteza. "Am mers si cu Honda CBR de 1000 cm3. Doar am piscat un pic acceleratia si am ajuns la 180. Poti merge si cu 200. Dar totusi esti pe doua roti. Se poate sparge un cauciuc, iti poate aparea ceva in fata. Eu umblu cu 80-100. Viteza de 100 e numai buna pentru mine. S-apoi motorul e facut nu doar sa fugi, ci sa mai si opresti". Fiindca pensia nu le-ar permite sa ajunga la toate intalnirile, cei patru copii, raspanditi acum prin trei colturi de Europa, ii sponsorizeaza. Iarna asta, copiii le-au lansat si-o provocare, careia Ede de-abia asteapta sa ii dea curs cat de curand: "Daca m-ajuta Dumnezeu, in vara vreau sa fac cel mai lung drum din viata mea. Am facut drumuri lungi de 2000 de Km pana in Germania. Acum vreau sa merg pana la stramtoarea Gibraltar, 6000 km. La Estepona. Acolo-s doi ficiori de-ai mei. Lucra in constructii. De-acolo, din blocul unde stau ei se vede Africa. Poate sa-mi ia drumul si o saptamana: nu ma grabeste nimeni. Dupa ce merg o mie si ceva de kilometri, intind cortul si ma odihnesc. Apoi pornesc mai departe. Stau acolo o luna si apoi ma intorc". </em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197958028482786898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhvsikLtosrTQDAjjI1cnV67kZfo6QYhyeOpTcBbRsILokDSPilIUAFSDFuPbLOzisu-sSMv1eZVlZS5VnQv9VWxetZon2NXi34mgiYcbx58XX5cATvtauCSZCH3IOsCpznF0ddoDznE/s320/Untitled+-+15.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197958032777754210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJI8rkDMTmQ2ObUJ6iofTQ1faP73WALJbipK_HbWrG0ooCiLzT_w_mMmecUiZj8z6sKrLP3uJy5x2X9IFF8VlgGV_PEftGJ1oCoBNJDZexWCAOn_f3e11tdUYYtKaKJpWUGLFVNEiDHLA/s320/pasiunea.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197958037072721522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAaOD0VOuYgnzIkZnMofAIx07qHzAeRYxAB0uPqkwPLvnzfnFGyb3_IjJcYnSbLlOt2scY_R82NW3ks4ZpByQtmMPkNXvVZ7OFScakzKSPRy8hhcIwMqCZh_KUo8hVKck8JFCZHY2mkDk/s320/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" /></div>Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-25301540056546216002008-05-03T22:44:00.014+03:002008-12-11T08:57:02.865+02:00C - La mare, la soare...Da-mi voie dragul meu cititor sa incep cu o fraza memorabila: <strong>Uite ca am facut-o si pe asta!</strong> :) Pai ce sa mai spun, cred ca mai departe de cuvinte, pozele facut in aceste zile vor spune tot, mult mai bine si mai clar decat mine.<br /><strong>1 mai</strong> - un concept pe adoptat de multi tineri, o zi speciala in care toti merg la mare, in statiuni, in functie de categoria din care face parte... sa se distreze, sa scape de rutina de zi cu zi.<br />Noi? pai pentru noi 1 mai a insemnat ceva mai mult, odata cu motocicleta, devine primul an in care am semnat si noi in cartea istoriei de a merge de 1 mai, in vama veche sau 2 mai, cu motocicleta. Un sentiment de milioane, o libertate pe care nu am mai simtit-o de ceva timp sau poate niciodata. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimK6ZWcVzA0fkYfFoscJpKkA9a1MChsI4iXIf9km5TbhFviw57JqYNp6AmdWTMpbjg1pOSA_-1qT7dHaXcmV-gXl2JfjEmt1ctPq9xs892fEPtTGjrFA-LG2fcH3PKjG2kEoHpyXhZ8iU/s1600-h/IMG_1144.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196240182582706722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="254" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimK6ZWcVzA0fkYfFoscJpKkA9a1MChsI4iXIf9km5TbhFviw57JqYNp6AmdWTMpbjg1pOSA_-1qT7dHaXcmV-gXl2JfjEmt1ctPq9xs892fEPtTGjrFA-LG2fcH3PKjG2kEoHpyXhZ8iU/s400/IMG_1144.jpg" width="348" border="0" /></a><br />Intr-un final, dupa indelungi discutii, personajele principale: eu (aka Ravenitza), JJ (aka Just_John) si Gixx (aka Turbogixxer) ne-am hotarat sa mergem in 2 mai, la cazare, plecand fix de 1 mai, la 6 dimineata din benzinaria de langa autostrada.<br />Drumul? de milioane... Aici merit o bataie zdravana...De ce? pentru ca nu m-am oprit sa fac o poza... Autostrada libera, rasarit de soare, camp in stanga si dreapta imbibat parca cu vopsea verde crud si galben, soarele in capatul autostrazii parca infinita, rosu ca focul. O imagine de neuitat.<br />Dupa 4 ore de condus si cantat continuu in casca (megastar e mic copil pe langa vocea mea de milioane din casca atunci cand ma plictisesc), am ajuns mai mult sau mai putin obositi in statiunea 2 mai, unde am inceput sa ne cautam cazare. Evident fiind singura fata am fost impinsa in fata sa vorbesc cu satenii daca au camere libere sau nu, cica da bine la imagine, haha! Intr-un final, dupa ce am batut la diferite porti, am gasit Hanul Dracula, unde spre mirarea noastra pretul a fost excelent, iar conditiile super.<br />Drumul ne-a cam sporit pofta de mancare, asa ca dupa ce ne-am rezolvat cu cazarea am fugit sa papam la Lula's, unde ne-a intampinat o chelenerita extraordinar de amabila, incat am plecat foarte relaxati de acolo...e acum nu va ganditi la cine stie ce amabilitati, ci doar cele strict de servire !<br />Stomacul plin ne tragea la o ora de somn, cu toate astea energia din mine, nu m-a lasat pur si simplu, asa ca tragand de baieti, acestia nu au mai dormit si ne-am hotarat sa tragem o fuga in Vama Veche.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_Xxb1xE6kueah99Ox_iUBDejyvwUGWatxlJsdKS3yDmok0_FzTleZCvvPkzE1EGT_EtRX6SDrrz1I-m_A-47-9xewWJe4Ub0IL5crhR-wArsCiz3cm-PbocJ1DxlqvQeYW0VassSZd4/s1600-h/IMG_1177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196240388741136946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="294" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_Xxb1xE6kueah99Ox_iUBDejyvwUGWatxlJsdKS3yDmok0_FzTleZCvvPkzE1EGT_EtRX6SDrrz1I-m_A-47-9xewWJe4Ub0IL5crhR-wArsCiz3cm-PbocJ1DxlqvQeYW0VassSZd4/s400/IMG_1177.jpg" width="356" border="0" /></a>Dar aici faza interesanta a fost cand, asteptand 2 amici sa vina din Constanta, m-am intalnit pe holurile hanului cu patronul acestuia, care dupa ce am facut cunostinta, dupa o simpla privire mi-a spus: "esti tare! uite daca vrei poti sa te casatoresti la noi, avem si capela..." Bineinteles, am ramas ca traznita si i-am spus ca nu vreau sa ma leg curand la cap si am plecat. Oare pe ganduri...naiba stie!<br />In Vama Veche? Hmm, m-a cam dezamagit. Am mers 3 ani la rand, insa pot spune cu mana pe inima ca niciodata nu am vazut atata lume. Nu a fost tocmai placut sa vezi atatea chipuri atat de amestecate ca stil: rockeri, hip-hoperi, manelisti, etc. Apoi, na...ce sa mai zic, nu stiu daca voi mai ajunge curand pe acolo.<br />Dupa o plimbare pe plaja, langa marea foarte calma ce abia isi tara valurile pana la mal incalzite bine de soarele ce se incapatana sa ne intre in ochi si suflete, ne-am intalnit si cu grupul din Vama, adica: radu, noro, dezu, oana, carja, etc., cu care am stat putin de vorba, am fotografiat fundul lui radu care pe minut ce trecea devenea mai "fericit", ca doar distractia era in toi si gratarul sfaraia puternic.<br />Curiozitatea m-a facut sa merg pana la vama cu Bulgaria, unde am facut cateva poze mai artistice cu Hondita mea, in timp ce 2 vamesi urlau dupa mine sa nu merg mai departe. Raspunsul meu a fost tare ignorant de pe scaritele motocicletei, in stil enduro: Fac numai poze! Probabil ca parul meu lung i-a facut sa nu mai scoata nici o vorba, si m-am putut duce putin mai departe.<br />Uite ca veni si prima seara, care ne-a prins in 2 mai, la o terasa pe malul plajei, alaturi de gasca matrimoniacilor. Dar dupa o zi atat de plina, energia noastra era cam la final, asa ca ne-am retras usor la culcarica, unde evident am dormit pe rupte, vreo 12 ore.<br />Dimineata trezirea a fost chiar simpatica, cu un telefon de la Dya care ne anunta ca e ora 12 si "Trezirea!!!" asa ca ne-am echipat urgent si am plecat in Costinesti la grupul: Dya, Ralucone, Fludor, Bogdan, Borris. Numai ca pe drum am avut si o mica surpriza: jumatate din distanta am parcurs-o pe ploaie, iar in fata noastra norii deveneau din ce in ce mai negri si uneori cu sclipiri albe puternice. Bineinteles ca am ajuns uzi destul de bine, dar pana cand am plecat de acolo ne-am mai revenit "o leaca". Ciorbita de vacuta din Costinesti o facut bine la stomac, iar clatitele au completat tabloul. Si-apoi in compania unor persoane atat de simpatice, drumul pana inapoi la Han a devenit si mai greu, iar ploaia s-a incapatanat sa ne chinuie si mai tare. Asa ca tot drumul, un nor puternic suparat ne-a condus pana acasa, iar conservarii erau tare mirati sa ne vada mergand pe ploaie. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVeHScmNAiNTgL8b57mREZ1QcymHT6EHGjV445fzbKAbZJ8iWOC9Xe_p1-t-cjENN8V7f0395xYwqMY49Qz7t7KdEuyeYq8GHgOpuj9zGaXOddxQ6V7EHxlUFCdPlqi9HfFhLOOYzsrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1223.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196240650734142018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="253" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVeHScmNAiNTgL8b57mREZ1QcymHT6EHGjV445fzbKAbZJ8iWOC9Xe_p1-t-cjENN8V7f0395xYwqMY49Qz7t7KdEuyeYq8GHgOpuj9zGaXOddxQ6V7EHxlUFCdPlqi9HfFhLOOYzsrQ/s400/IMG_1223.jpg" width="332" border="0" /></a><br />Schimburi?...oo shit! La asta nu prea s-a gandit nimeni, asa ca mai nici unul din noi nu prea aveam, decat Gixxul: o a 2 a pereche de cizme. Iar asta a fost salvarea noastra, deoarece a fost singurul care s-a putut duce la miezul noptii sa cumpere pizza si sa o aduca in camera sa papam toti. Mai putin eu, dupa o faza gen Lick my pizza, apetitul de ras l-a doborat pe cel de mancare. Si-apoi sarmanul Gixx a trebuit sa mai dea o tura prin ploaie pana la primul chiosc, sa satisfaca placerea unei blonde ca mine, de a manca ceva dulce...<br />Bocancii/cizmele noastre protestau de zori cand am ajuns acasa, mai faceam un pas si ele "ete flosc!" Si uite asa flosc-flosc, dimineata ele erau inca ude, asa ca drumul pana in Bucuresti a fost ud inca de la bun inceput, phiu pana si ele se "umezisera".<br />Drumul spre Bucuresti? Deja mi se face frig gandindu-ma. Pai ne-a plouat in 70% din timp...dar am cunoscut niste bikeri foarte de treaba din Pitesti, in timp ce ne-am oprit la Medgidia sa papam, nu de alta dar daca nu mancam, cred ca ma lua vantul cu tot cu motocicleta! Ne-am intalnit si cu 2 motociclisti din Ploiesti, prieteni pe care nu i-am mai vazut de ceva timp. Iar autostrada? Nici nu ma chinui sa descriu in cuvinte ce imagini am putut vedea cu norii ce deveneau din ce in ce mai negri in timp ce ne apropiam de ei, ca si cum ne-ar fi spus: de ce veniti acasa? mai stati acolo...Iar contrastul dintre campul galben-verde si cerul intunecat iti crea o imagine apocaliptica.<br />Dar intr-un final am ajuns si acasica, la caldura, dupa ~550 km adunati, mai usor sau nu,pe bordul motocicletelor noastre...<br />Acum ca am ajuns in Bucurestiul gri si murdar, mi-e dor de mare! Cand mai megem?! :D<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196240831122768466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsg9M-WhJonR7SlotLooMmb_gDY8JN64ZkT0Fm8LN3jN54w38Ic_SKh5ZCVnagIj27ctHECXpKpYMWC53Vg7TqgsiHY3R2byPqkiaSItxrQ-O8ZyMe27ctXhtIMPOJ3nNBSA6KSSA2e-A/s400/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196241252029563506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ANlSQ2cJdyuMi0uB0K_fQ72RneaEF80tPtN3UylsW6mDT8wIF18lxVQof0qZ_rbB81U8kW6haea33iywnppFYLGfN3mT-5EEL3zg2_zkrcDYjeQduZ-O3XhVibfJj-iKYczTBNzyhFQ/s400/IMG_1305.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196241071640937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-CWmAbTQTixP9himUguro76yNsEZ1_L_E3RYubIheaoq5fG4fj3mP8ToSao3Zj_H9FuYX-bfHZgtGy6QDQ8uUfv5l0EwfGYllmn0_aW860h2I9JGp5vPgcDNATm4Wf19SzUcHjqjt-4/s400/IMG_1291.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196242274231779970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjxXCey9xqmy-SvrV0XSq0pN8zyR4nizhjSa1t7r6U_RrtHofjvzTCQRRAkI_r6kqStUuU3sEIV8NKpY1tDh491g1qoD83MDz8Lo2DTY-jGqRFj2E55vCXyMx9aB58DapOWORMTEbxgU/s400/IMG_1311m.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196242428850602642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydguhtPJ-HsY1L7zdUduh3YRlDl6PlMYg8CEpKGIRbw4HMmXtd_E2AqK5CozdbUTJrC34KzATsL3hh4bl3GtcxTBulLA3gQbx7Wxat0Vg8zIp0GEys-0AXHOHidhypXQeZKKjCT_25bk/s400/IMG_1308.jpg" border="0" />Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3808740347472058161.post-84667752741945664222008-04-26T21:11:00.000+03:002008-12-11T08:57:07.292+02:00Bucurestiul de azi si de maine<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193621635511614594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbncR_-7VbuuYczOFlIqJJu2-nc6eGSAYCy9OnhE-HFQxLqCzQYETnEdNdgXxN1BgcLmF4OdnkmJ-BnCrRgyHdh0cMhSThlph0AHBpTdRoSS5YpfXNp9IjlXOgfEUp9QI7cWbhhnkMGkA/s400/IMG_0262.jpg" border="0" />Pe primul loc al celui mai recent top al oraselor poluate din Uniunea Europeana (UE) este Bucurestiul, care a depasit Sofia, Atena sau Roma, a declarat, ieri, Adrian Catrina, directorul executiv al Agentiei pentru Protectia Mediului (APM) Bucuresti. Potrivit datelor stranse de statiile de monitorizare, montate in urma cu trei ani in oras, principala sursa de poluare o reprezinta traficul rutier.<br /> In Bucuresti, mizeriile lasate de animale ating cote alarmante. Radu Gheorghe, director in cadrul Rosal Grup, firma care se ocupa cu protectia mediului, ne-a declarat ca zilnic, in Capitala sunt 24 de tone de excremente lasate de cainii comunitari. La care se adauga inca 25 de tone de excremente lasate de animalele de companie. Nimeni insa nu se alarmeaza de aceasta situatie. Ce fac insa autoritatile pentru a reglementa lucrurile? Dau legi.<br /> Asta incerc sa subliniez...e vorba de deciziile noastre si felul in care acestea afecteaza mediul in care traim. E un adevarat lant, noi am creat, noi distrugem. Important e sa ne dam seama ca ne facem rau cu mainile noastre. Totul tine de la cea mai mica fapta, de la un biet copil de 5-6 ani care mananca o prajitura pe strada si arunca hartia pe jos de fata cu parintii, acestia din urma au obligatia morala sa ii invete inca de mici ca acest lucru nu e frumos si sa incerce sa ii explice pe masura ce trece ca ne facem rau singuri, dar de la copii pana la un om matur cu o functie importanta e un pas mare...etape ale omului in care continua sa dauneze mediului. Odata cu trecerea la o alta categorie de varsta creste si intensitatea si gravitatea faptelor noastre care duc la mizeria din jur. Oamenii de afaceri care incerca sa isi faca publicitate cu panouri publicitare in statiile de transport in comun, si ei dauneaza grav, pentru ca la fiecare schimbare de afis, hartiile sunt aruncate la intamplare de catre angajati.M-am saturat sa vad barbati care scuipa continuu pe jos, oameni care arunca deseuri pe jos, langa cosul de gunoi, care vandalizeaza pubelele, care arunca prezervativul de pe balcon in gradina blocului, care lasa gunoiul menajer in scara blocului pentru ca ii e lene sa coboare la ghena, de firme mari/magazine care arata superb in fata lor, iar in spate gunoiul e aruncat la intamplare, m-am saturat de gunoilul din padure dupa un gratar copios burta e prea plina pentru a mai putea suporta o aplecare dupa mizeria lasata in urma, m-am saturat de cutiile de bere de pe scarile pasajelor de trecere...sa mai continui?<br /> Am stat o perioada in Cehia, mai exact in Praga si poate ca atunci m-am trezit si eu la realitate, aveam 19 ani cand mi s-a inrosit pentru prima oara obrazul cand am aruncat o cartela de metrou pe jos, de atunci mi-am dat seama ca in Romania nu mi-ar fi fost rusine pentru ca TOTI fac asta, nu mi-e rusine sa zic ca din acel moment m-am schimbat si acum daca mi-am sters nasul sau am baut un suc, bag hartia/sticla in ghizdan si o arunc cu prima ocazie in care gasesc un cos de gunoi...Stiu au trecut 19 ani pana sa imi dau seama de asta, dar macar nu mai repet aceasta greseala si ce vreau sa evidentiez e ca in Romania nu exista educatie in privinta curateniei!Si ca sa inchei cu o intamplare amuzanta din auzite: un baiat cu motocicleta trecand printre masini la un stop, vede in fata un taximetrist care arunca un chistoc de tigara pe geam, se duce frumusel in dreptul lui, ridica chistocul, baga mana pe geamul masinii taximetristului, pune tigara pe bord si ii spune: V-a scapat ceva! ...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193621815900241042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBF1BZol63ZyEE7uUlSlIOO9RmOrP54zuTd2mZYoWiaEtBWf0sN_ZMD8Cxzf7FdNUCipK-JQK6lMPZ3y6jjbAqvSVS1L9gSoByPSJStmMd15J_Sk40VVDwKagMzD7eytRzRSxaeaAsrvg/s400/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193620871007435874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL1Bp38_8N5DHM4i_if1k0HM_1P_JrJLlumLI7T4CB3LopHOonSWqgDSyoRrdhK7EbDcBcKjkiuQrxiyQ_CaWuqyjg7ssuS3GbiPLn6wQ_5pgc3x_VXxzLtMztw_By5J1SsCiqUN1B0MA/s400/IMG_4832.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193620677733907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00DiMUZ9-MEQqCxufAq4UQkmsrSklyUmudibEQKqtHyjeISYuXNpIJ9Bl0D7Kro4TyTs4WtMwHZBmaqSJHgP-PjZ0tzxk0dzRAF-3isd3Zs9Qm1xFpdXqj2bbLcRqlwjNDfhTpcSTrBo/s400/IMG_4834.jpg" border="0" />Ravenitzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12519144874998352490noreply@blogger.com0