This is Peter, baby! Part 2
I apologize for the dirty spots on the pictures... But I don't have photoshop siiiii them now!(((
In 18-00 we flew from Moscow with a whistle, like a cork from a bottle of champagne without hitting into a single tube. Butter oil, strawberry strawberry!)))
As soon as it got dark, the Tat has zakachivaetsja and brazenly began to Shine into my eyes with a light oil. I want to say that the night is very unnerving! Especially if the trip is long distance. Stopping at the first civilized dressing, which turned out to TNCs, the right oil was found. Next was my favorite shell that I found the right keystroke, astronave Auntie cashier 1000 extrabudgetary ruble and mentally with one hand he waved it in a trail of blue handkerchief, and the other mentally brushed away imaginary tears. Oh, Yes, think about what go! I'm a cheapskate, greedy, etc... But damn it, I was saying good-bye like a native! Everything was calculated to the penny about the thousands I generally keep quiet!
He stood in the wedge, pomateritsya in Torzhok, flew on a speed yet free the line and utopili ayayay is fast! According to my calculations, when we went from Moscow, I'm looking at a 4.5 hour road to Minsk last trip, 3 nights was already a sweet sleep from his friend, but no... I had to sit in the kitchen and drink champagne for the introduction! However, at this time we are still trudging kilometers 250 to Peter. All this does not fit into my plans.
Now I understand why so many asked me not to travel at night, especially in one person. The road was indeed not ice... Inchs is not on the seed coat from banana on the tiles to slide. Then stuck behind a truck, God forbid, 80, sharply, for God's sake, go to overtake. This, of course, that still horror, but not in terms of fear, but in terms of this endless braking and acceleration! ANNOYING!
Okay, let's leave the trucks alone.
When the Ticker showed the 4th hour of the night, and a colleague mirnenko sopel was in the passenger seat, feeling moreystore man for thighs and peaceful smacking me, creeping out on the next pass, suddenly thought about what I wrote about your departure, but the response messages with the words "Waiting, dear!" and has not received.
On good to at the finish of today's verbiage, leaving some intrigue, but then it was too little bukovok.
Each motorist at least once in life was a ride to nowhere... a Kind of aimless drive to wamyvani brain to straighten out of the pose cancer and to take the place... So... Literally until the moment I remembered her potranca, I had a clear goal, which suddenly for a couple of seconds vanished into thin air like a cloud of tobacco smoke... Relying on the fact that the man was simply asleep after work, I'm a little diminished their impatience and somehow temporarily lost the goal... the end came third, half a liter of Energy, head clouded over... well I thought about it and decided to hurry up especially and nowhere to go, nobody waiting for, let the person sleep peacefully before the next day's work. And as soon as I thought about it, I immediately decided to find! Actually, historically, that we have each other affectionately called the Butt and CAPICOM, so hearing a familiar word as opposed to reading it, as usual, I wzbogacania cheered, especially since the voice was slightly concerned and slightly anxious asked me about my location on the globe. Generally it is very unusual to hear for the first time the man was long attributed exclusively to read. Exciting such a moment, but at the same time, so bloody cute!
It turned out that APIC not sleeping, and diligently waited lost somewhere between St. Petersburg and Moscow Ass. Honestly, knowing that the man in the morning, I even somehow was not comfortable, but what really must be confessed, terribly nice. And after the sentence first to come to him and eat from the road, and then get my colleague to the hotel, I broke into a blissful smile. About me as only a mom cares... And here is the man! Unfamiliar to him do not dare to call, still 1.5 years to communicate, and friends, too, not like that. A kind of familiar stranger! In short, here you even can't imagine how a stupid smile stretched from one ear to the other on my arrogant red face, when I drove to Peter... From a collective morning meeting in the kitchen I refused, saying that I would prefer to bring a colleague, and then to come and quick to go to bed... still, after working all night driving...
Peter met us with a beautiful sunrise and some unrealistic-blue Neva river... it Seemed that the parapet is not water, and the azure jelly... At the beginning I had a strange idea that so many engineers I have just started visual hallucinations, because that color river in the city can not be! The benefit of traffic on the roads in town had any, and I could quite happily staring with an open mouth. I think that morning we were like heroes any American small-town movie about 2 girls who by chance, from some remote ranch with zazhopinsky the settlement CCIM somehow mysteriously ended up in Las Vegas... Picture is complemented by joyfully singing out of the speakers, Jay-Z and Alicia Keys – Empire State Of Mind (New York). Better than you can imagine...
Sash! Traumatic I fell on my knees!)))))
AAA))) tada LAN, waiting for the full story, and now stories! Spock NOC strawberry fer!)))
Just pictures I shoved, hit and miss!))) This here got I it San and procommenter))) Although he was a real witness of how I did it))))
Uuuuuuuuuu! It's a long story!))) It ugoi at the end of the trip happened))))
смышно Smyrna was probably from the side)))
I already do not remember (old age, it is not a joy), as it stands, but it means — please
=))) So I'm writing a memoir))) Therefore I say that for the most part I write for myself... got the idea to someday print out and retired to flip through pages, reading the letters and looking at the pictures)))
Damn romantic. (Zabadi me a mosquito). Your BJ in the future, you can write memuary. )))
After this trip, Peter and emerges... to be continued.As always, for writing, 5+.
VikaKlubnika
)))) Svetik, you me mercilessly firing directly in live)))
you palishsya)
fucked for life prompt:
— night road...
— meeting with a friend who had never seen
— ortygali... and SMS was not — driven by the unknown
— just a thought, and then call... great voice in the night
— tired exhausted and Strawberry... Breakfast is ready... Oh, pleasant care
Cho, still nakovyryat, or enough?
so how many of you went to St Petersburg when we arrived on the dot?
And I care about seem not difficult, although on the way back, Oh how I stood in traffic for 12 hours sawed. On the contrary as invigorate those overtaking)) Apparently I'm not a trucker yet :(
About the pictures won't say anything except — master!
Order delivered on time!))))
I returned yesterday;)
But, in June I'll be back. Husband forgot my bracelet in the safe, PPC((( well, the staff is honest!
Well, I just don't like people in the pictures, therefore I suffer))) then wait until all rassists, rushing headlong, not yet passed over)))
probably...I'm not good at this. Just the style of writing is generally straight on top!
We on the machine went))) I'm on my knees the car was crawling for a different reason)))
probably fun to travel with you)))))
sorry not participated with us in 08 and 09 at the June forays into cultural capital)))
PS apparently the tram was so long-awaited after many hours Pescadero?
Oooooh, I'm from Europe drove the guys on Matisic fuck out of Russia and back))) you don't underestimate)
I read in one breath, cool napisano simple with a twist))))
My Prince is unlikely to reach Peter...
Before you go there, you need to fully upgrade, and it is very expensive ((((
It is urgent to go!)))
I've been thinking, how would I still be tricky, but I feel that with my financial automatching not pull(((( I have nezaplanirovannaya 20 sput flow got(((