AM FOST ACOLO
Da, am fost acolo, la 4655 metri altitudine, unde fiecare pas necesita efortul a 100 de pasi. Unde un pic de sange in nas, respiratie greoaie si ameteli, te fac sa spui cu voce tare AM FACUT-O SI PE ASTA. Si da am facut-o si pe asta, am dormit la 3600 metri altitudine cu dureri de cap si gura uscata, am participat la cel mai interesant festival, am concurat turisti versus localnici la trasul franghiei (am pierdut)
, am condus pana la 4655 metri altitudine, unde mi s-a si facut rau, dar mi-am revenit.
Si da: AM FOST ACOLO
Si da: AM FACUT-O SI PE ASTA
-DE CE?
-DE CE NU?
Nu stiu cand voi posta asta, am scris-o la 4000 de metri altitudine cu lipsa mare de oxigen la creieras si foarte entuziasmat.
L.E. Am intrat in Kirghistan, dupa aproximativ 1200km de offroad si drumuri rele. Masina s-a comportat impecabil, desi cam troncane acum. Multumesc Art Garaj
I WAS THERE
Yes, I was there, at 4655 meters altitude, where every step takes the effort of 100 steps. Where some blood in the nose, heavy breathing and dizziness make you say out loud I DID THIS! And yes, I did it, I slept at 3600 meters altitude, with headaches and a dry mouth, I went to the most interesting festival, I was in a tug of war game (rope pulling), tourists versus locals (we lost ), I drove to 4655 meters altitude, where I got sick, but I am back on my feet.
And, yes: I WAS THERE
And yes: I DID THIS
-WHY?
-WHY NOT?
I don’t know when I am gonna post this, I wrote these words at 4000 meters altitude, very excited and with a low amount of air reaching my brain.
L.E. I made it to Kirghizstan, after almost 1200 km of offroad and awful roads. The car was flowless, even though it clomps now. Thank you, Art Garaj.
