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European fireworks - a range of impressions (part one)

21 October 2010 • Travel time: with 10 July 2010 on 24 July 2010
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"European Fireworks" - a range of impressions.

- It is absolutely impossible! !!

This was my immediate reaction a year ago to my wife's suggestion to consider a trip to Europe. Paris beckoned my beloved with terrible force, and she was ready to make any sacrifice to be there with me.

But the financial situation of our family ruled out all options, except Egypt. After a trip to Hurghada (February 2010), I wrote a report about this trip on the website of Turpravda. In March, he appeared on the site and took part in a competition organized by the website Turpravda and the network of travel agencies "Extravaganza Travel". After three months of voting, I scored the highest number of points and received the main prize - a trip to Europe called "European Fireworks".


Until the last moment, I did not believe in the possibility of winning this competition, but… When I received a letter from the manager of the travel agency and took the certificate, it became clear - a trip to Europe, including Paris, became a reality. I returned home, put my wife in front of me and demanded to admit how she arranged for me to win this competition! Well, I did not believe in such a coincidence - my beloved wanted to go to Paris and I will win a ticket there! ! ! ! ! After Anyuta's sworn assurances that she was here for nothing and in no way contributed to my victory, I had to believe in an incredible coincidence.

We buy a second ticket for my wife, issue a Schengen card and convert dollars into euros for the trip. Gathering information about countries and things for the trip did not take much time.

Departure was 10:07.2010. Kyiv Central Railway Station greeted us with the usual Brownian motion.

The group gathers at the appointed place, everyone looks at each other, timidly orders and gets acquainted. Two managers of "Travel Extravaganza" arrive - Vitaliy Lavrinenko and Oksana Bechenko. They hand out information brochures and direct us to the Kyiv-Berlin train. Gradually we get on the train, spread things on the shelves and look around. Coupes with this train are positioned as "increased comfort". A very controversial statement! In the compartment there are three shelves, one above the other! No, if you are an athlete-climber, it will not be a problem for you to climb the third shelf, but if this place goes to a retiree or a full man, the climb to the top will be remembered for a lifetime… Small table, folding chair - that's all comfort . My wife and I had a top seat. My wife voluntarily sent me to the third shelf. The mood is good, we are waiting for the train to leave.

The manager of the travel agency stands pensively next to the next compartment - there is an empty seat on the third shelf, which should be a tourist from our group. The train starts moving, the shelf remains empty. Well, maybe then catch up.


In thirty minutes the train becomes a little suffocating. On the street about thirty degrees above zero, the car begins to heat up. I approach the conductor (height under two meters, looks a lot like boxer Valuev, and when it turns out that his name is Nicholas, no one in the car called him anything other than "Valuev"), unobtrusively find out why not include air conditioning. He assures me that he will turn it on after Lutsk. Well, let's wait… In a few hours the car becomes really stuffy. Given that the windows in the compartment are intact, and it is impossible to open them, begins to creep a vague feeling that this is not the limit. Angry voices of people indignant at the unbearable heat begin to be heard in the car.

I don't have a thermometer, but it is IMPOSSIBLE to be in a compartment! It's a little easier in the corridor (there are three small windows open), but also difficult. I would like to draw your attention to the fact that almost everyone who could also got out of the compartment-killer. Someone gets sick, they start looking for a cure. The conductors opened the car door and tried to ventilate it on the way. Helps weakly - the same hot air outside the window. In our compartment, an elderly woman on the first shelf first tried to wave a newspaper, but then gave up and just lay down and closed her eyes. I ask if she is all right - she opens her eyes and says in a weak voice that we are tolerant. It's scary to look at a woman - her face is red, her hair is completely wet from sweat, which just flows in streams to the floor. I go to the conductor again. "Valueva" no, the female conductor says in an annoyed voice that the air conditioner broke. Perfectly! I ask, did he work at all?

The answer just kills on the spot - that's how it worked, but when the temperature rises above 25 degrees, it OVERHEATS and SWITCH OFF! ! ! ! ! I look at the woman in disbelief - as if not mocking and speaking seriously. I ask, why is he needed at all then? I'm tired of being told that I shouldn't confuse her with such difficult questions, and in general I'm fine - I got tired of the day and forgot, and she has to go back on this train. In general, thank you for going at all (and this at a ticket price of 130 euros)! ! ! !!

I return to the compartment and pass the contents of the conversation to my wife. Anyuta looks at me with pleading eyes and asks me to do something. I collect water in the toilet and water the floor, wet the sheets and hang them on the shelves. Mineral water is drunk in liters (the benefit of our stock is large). Periodically water the mat - the water evaporates instantly.


The guide looked at us in the compartment, saw our manipulations, wanted to say something, but when she saw my gloomy face, she refused to comment. I don't care about anything, I have a terrible desire to break the window.

We drive to the border, change the wheels in the car to European standards. Changed, we are going to the border with Poland. Ukrainian customs was purely formal - we clarified the availability of drugs, weapons and artistic values. Hearing that we do not have any of the above, we were satisfied, checked our passports and did not bother anymore. Slowly cross the border. On the Polish side we are greeted by a dog that barks at every car. Well, just got to the European Union, and already obgavkali  . We stop on the Polish side. Customs officers enter the car, some start untwisting the car, others deal with documents.

At first, they drove everyone in a compartment, but then (estimating the air temperature in the car) no longer insisted on it.

A young man comes to us in a compartment with a device that resembles a hybrid laptop and printer. I give him three passports. The Pole opens the top and asks who is Mr. Alexei? Given that there is one man and two women in the compartment, the question is rather rhetorical. I confess that it is me.

- The purpose of the trip?

"Sir, is it forbidden to be lucky? "

He interviews women according to the same scheme. He puts a stamp on everyone to cross the border and leaves. Well, they were scared by a terrible search.

We stand, waiting for the end of the train inspection. Longing, I look out the window. There, having fun talking, customs officers have sandwiches for lunch. Out of boredom I decide to take some pictures. It was a serious mistake… Noticing me with a camera, the artists immediately rush to the train. One jumps to the window and gestures - go out into the hallway.

I didn't have time to leave as two annoyed customs officers flew into the compartment. One of the boss's notes with anger in his voice says:

- Pan wants problems?! ? ! ! ?

"Pan doesn't want any problems! "

- Mr. journalist?

The scene from the movie "Diamond Hand" is out of place: (-What are you, deaf-mute? - Yes! )

The second customs officer reaches for the camera. I give.


- Journalist's certificate?

I get a work permit - my position is not specified there, only the name of the organization. The Pole looks at the ID for a moment and angrily asks:

- Why do you need a photo of customs?

- For the story, first impressions of Poland.

- Sir, do you know that customs cannot be photographed?

- I already know…

Either my openly upset appearance affected me, or the Poles decided that I was not doing terrible damage to the Polish Republic by their actions, but after deleting the photo with their image, they peacefully advised me not to take photos at the border and left.

Well, wow first impressions! ! ! !!

I didn't sweat just because I was drenched in it before this episode.

My wife (it seems that she has already come to terms with the fact that I will now be taken out and shot near the car) silently took the camera and promised to scold later.

It gets dark in the evening, and the frantic stuffiness gradually turns into a strong one, and then into a moderate one. It is absolutely impossible to be on the third shelf due to lack of air. I crawl out into the hallway to freshen up. I go to the conductor again - in the compartment again "Valuev". When he sees me, he immediately declares that the air conditioner will not work. And this is so understandable… It turns out that in winter the heating in the car is often turned off if the temperature outside drops below - 10 ° C. In principle, this is logical for this car. We communicate peacefully, we agree that the management of Ukrzaliznytsia is rare.

Unfortunately, there are other classmates in the corridor.

I'm joking that conductors need to give brooms to passengers, close the compartment doors and turn on the heating - it will be a great bath!

People do not accept jokes and advise me not to approach leaders with such an idea, and suddenly they will perceive it as a guide to action  . I can hardly sleep and fall asleep.


In the morning we arrive in Zhepin. With unspeakable joy we leave the "hospitable" train. We wander wearily to the bus and load up. Berlin is 122 km away. Guide Oksana, sympathizes with us about the difficult trip and tries to cheer us up. She introduces us to the bus drivers - their names are Arek and Yarek. Almost Lolik and Bolek from the cartoon. By the way, the drivers showed their best side - they drove the bus professionally, helped with luggage, delivered it to hotels on time and took into account all the wishes of passengers. Respect.

The air conditioning on the bus was working, and everyone sighed with relief. In an hour we were already in Germany.

The famous German highways did not disappoint us, the bus easily swayed at a decent speed.

Cleanliness and order on the roadsides.

We call at the gas station. All the people go out and busily inspect the mini-market at the gas station. Men are thoughtfully priced for beer, women look at the stands with sweets. Some are stingy. I was interested in the price tag for fuel. There are "Gasoline", "Super Gasoline", "Diesel" and "Superdiesel". Class! I never understood, "Supergasoline", is it an improved A 95 or is it an A 98? The drivers also did not know. It was a shame to even ask about the A76 or A82. Nobody needs it (if you have an idea to go to Europe in a Zhiguli, you will not go to the stand with a check on the border). At the exit from the gas station we see roe deer calmly plucking the grass near the road. The bus is lively discussing what would happen to these roe deer if they lived in our country.

An unenviable fate… The police are almost invisible, as Oksana explained, the highways are full of video cameras and violators simply receive receipts to pay for violations.

By the way, it is not true that Germany has excellent roads, they are like that all over Europe. It's just that in Germany they are PERFECT, and in other EU countries they are DIFFERENT. That's the difference.

During the trip we often stood in small traffic jams. There is an anecdote: - Why in Germany there are constant traffic jams? Because they are constantly building new ones and expanding existing ones to get rid of traffic jams 8-)))


About mobile communication. We took the Simfortour card with us. Before that, she and I flew to Egypt, and there were no questions. She also had to work in Europe. BUT! ! ! ! ! ! ! The first day she worked without questions, and then stopped roaming. It was simply not accepted by any European operator. We also did not manage to replenish the account on this card.

After negotiations with the support service, we were told that our card is a pirate card! Surprisingly, a card with a sticker, instructions in the official packaging. Prior to that, there were no glitches in the trips.

And we must call home - a small child (2.7 years) remained with the grandmothers (daughter is active, so left on the basis of: one grandmother - one week stay) and must constantly keep an eye on the pulse of events. Thank God, one pair also had a Travelsim SIM card (the same operator before the renaming). The couple was very friendly and welcoming and we got along. I topped up their account with my card and took home the phone twice a day.

Burley is the capital of Germany, Germany's largest city in terms of both population and area. After London, Berlin is the second most populous and fifth largest city in the European Union.

The main airports serving the people of Berlin - Schö nefeld and Tegel.

Berlin is one of the 16 Lä nder of the Federal Republic of Germany.

The city is located on the banks of the rivers Spree (associated with the nickname "Berlin" Spree-Athen - "Athens on the Spree") and Havel in the center of the federal state of Brandenburg, part of which it is not (since 1920).

Around 1200, the houses of modern Berlin housed two trading settlements - Cologne and Berlin. The exact date of their city rights is unknown. Cologne's city rights were first mentioned in 1237, and Berlin's city rights in 1244. In 1307 the cities united and formed a common city council. In 1400, the population of united Berlin was 8.000. The historical name "Cologne" is reflected in the name of the Berlin district of Neukeln.

Berlin was the capital of the Margraviate / Electorate of Brandenburg (since 1417), Prussia (after the unification of the Electorate of Brandenburg with the Duchy of Prussia) and after the creation of the German Empire became its capital.

By 1994, the Bundestag, the Presidential Administration and the Federal Chancellor had moved there from Bonn.


Today, Berlin is one of the most important industrial, scientific and cultural centers. Bicycle traffic is very developed in Berlin. Many roads are equipped with bicycle paths, the movement of which is regulated at intersections by separate sections of traffic lights. Buses at stops (there are also double-decker buses, as well as electric trains (S-Bahn) cross automatically to the stop to facilitate boarding and disembarkation (according to Wikipedia).

The first in line was Treptow Park. We drive into the parking lot, unload. Everyone is actively photographed. The park is completely empty - we are alone on a walk. The park is huge, beautiful, but somewhat sad (this is not surprising, it was built in memory of Soviet soldiers who died during the liberation of Germany).

At the weekend in the park a lot of Turks (it is located in an area inhabited by a huge Turkish community), who are there to rest. When leaving the park, a small car barely crawls towards us. Oh, oh, the police. There is one police girl in the car. Clinging to the edge of the wide road, she carefully inspects the neighborhood for possible violations. Not noticing anything criminal, she also travels quietly and unnoticed. I remember our police in huge jeeps, which cut through the parks at a decent speed and are not particularly fooled by young mothers with wheelchairs on their way.

Morning Berlin was sleepy and deserted. The next point was the remains of the Berlin Wall. They are painted by artists in various paintings and landscapes. It seems that some were created under the influence of potent hallucinogenic drugs (sorry, but I do not understand abstract paintings).

Opposite the remains of the camp is the football stadium "O2 ARENA".

He is known for the fact that the good white guy Klitschko beat the bad black guy Samuel Peter.

Reichstag… It was the capture of this building that marked the end of World War II for many. Although in fact, this house was nothing special for Nazi Germany. But, symbolically.

Despite the morning in the Reichstag is already a decent queue. To do nothing, we become. At the entrance, programs are distributed for FREE in several languages, including Russian. The rickshaw sleeps peacefully - there are no people willing to ride.


It's time to stand in line and we're in the middle. Everyone is free to run, but with a thorough review. In the elevator we fly up. The panorama of Berlin opens in all its glory. The building has been restored using a large number of mirrors and glass.

Combined with the majestic columns it does not look very impressive. Well, it's such a thing - for an amateur. Government building near the Reichstag.

The security service closely monitors visitors. It is already noticeably scorching. We go down, the group gathers, and we go to the Brandenburg Gate.

Impressive many double-decker buses. And all sorts - and sightseeing (city tour 10 euros), and tourist with waiting tourists, and just ordinary flights. By the way, about regular buses. At each stop there is a board with information about the buses arriving in the near future. The bus number and time, how many minutes it will arrive. Specially stood for fifteen minutes and watched everything accurately, minute by minute. Payment in buses is at the entrance to the driver. And no pressure! Still, with an interval of 5-7 minutes it is almost impossible.

This is our bus will arrive at the stop exactly within the next hour. Or two 8 - ((

At the Brandenburg Gate, Anyuta saw soft ice cream (it is squeezed into a glass).

We are not indifferent to this case 8-) Ice cream ball - 80 euro cents, two - 1.50, three - 2.20. We take three different flavors with nuts. Delicacy! The heat is just unbearable. At the gate, everyone is listening to the guide, and we see a huge mountain of shoes dumped right in the square. As far as I understood from the poster next to this pile, it was collecting shoes for the victims of something (I have a bad German) in Mitrovica. There is nothing more remarkable in the square. We travel to the bus.

On the way we pass the first traffic light in Europe. The turret is more like a cuckoo clock - a huge dial and small colored light bulbs at the top. We go out near the next attraction. We pass a bicycle rental point (a day - 12 euros, two - 20).

8 hours - 8).

There are no forces or opportunities for the history of Germany to remember all these Kaisers, kings and other great people. It is much more interesting to watch the residents and their daily lives.


There are often taxis that just stand at intersections and wait for customers. Taxis can be different (minibus or sedan, most often "Mercedes", less "Opel" or "Audi"), but always light pink. Drivers in them in tennis or shirts with ties (who rode in our taxis, he knows how likely to meet a neatly dressed and polite taxi driver).

We pass a fountain of bright orange color. Almost "Fanta" We stop at the TV tower, we have free time. Huge areas planted with grass are intended for recreation. At least no one touches the people who sunbathe on them.

A hungry group asks for bread instead of spectacles.

That is, the cultural program, of course, is good, but the desire to "eat" gradually grew into "eat immediately. " The guide points us to the Nordsee, describing it as a fish McDonald's. The group had not yet moved so quickly and in an organized manner; .

In the middle we stand in line and look at the menu. I know German as well as Chinese (that is, no way), so I just point to the fish with garnish. Neither my wife nor I drink beer at all, but to be in Germany and not to taste beer… In general, we take the first-best bottle of beer (Kostriber) and go to the table. We open the bottle, and Anyuta immediately splashes beer in a glass. You can immediately see the lack of experience - one glass and a pint of beer in the glass. Defend and pour a glass on the wall. Anyuta drinks greedily and frowns - bitter! But it's cold, and it's overwhelming. With all our thirst, we barely finish the 0.33 bottle (and it's two in the heat)!

The group had a snack and was ready for further achievements.

The people in the fountain stirred sluggishly, not showing much desire to obey. Strict policemen approached the fountain, and in a minute the fountain was empty. We watched this performance with interest, wondering why all this.

And here's why - a small garbage truck came up to the bowl and began to greedily suck up the garbage and wash the tiles behind him. Ten minutes later, the area around the fountain was cleared and police rolled up the tape. The siesta continued.


We approach the bus parking lot. He is late and the guide says that there were problems with the air conditioner and the bus went to the service station for repairs. Yes, it is better to wait an hour than to go to the Netherlands (more than 700 km) in a killer. From nothing to do I consider the neighborhood. On the road, the bike path (brown) is clearly separated from the car lanes. And no one climbs this lane, even though there is no one there.

For cyclists and hotel traffic lights. Probably convenient, try the case did not present.

The bus arrives, we get off and go to check into a hotel. Narrow street, inconspicuous entrance - this is the hotel Artim 4 * (Fugger str. 20).

A little fuss in the lobby, get the keys and go see the room. Attic floor, very clean and cozy. Large bath and shower accessories. In the nightstand is a book in German. It looks like the Bible. I flipped through it, put it back. With pleasure we put ourselves in order and have a rest.

We go down and study the stand with small calendars. These are advertising mini-brochures (I don't know what to call them more precisely), which indicate cafes, clubs, museums located near the hotel (indicating the route from this hotel to the chosen destination). Each calendar offers a discount or bonus to the bearer. We take the "Berlin Zoo" with a 5% discount. The ticket price of 12 euros saved 1.20 euros for two.

Slightly, but enough for ice cream; We go with the group to the zoo, where everyone goes somewhere.

We pay for the entrance and finally we have the main goal in Berlin. Many claim that the Berlin Zoo is one of the best in Europe.

We will check…

If you come to the zoo with a child, you can rent a stroller on blown wheels. The child will not be so tired, and you will be able to go around more territory. This pleasure costs 4 euros. Wheelchairs and bicycles can also be rented.

At the entrance is a huge hippopotamus. He sleeps peacefully, defiantly turning his back on the visitors. The armored carcass shows no signs of life, and only periodically popping bubbles show that he is still asleep. Lots of goats. Not interesting. Vultures and vultures look at us with disgust through the net. Look at yourself! ! ! ! ! In some enclosures, water hits the hoses with light rain. The rainbow is cheerfully shimmering in the spray.


We enviously look at the shower - the heat does not recede and the street is about 35 degrees. All animals and birds also suffer from heat, so many hid in shady places of enclosures and cages.

Anyuta demands to show her a panda - she read somewhere that she is in this zoo. I obey and seek. After a couple of tips we find a shaded room and behind the glass we see a sleeping panda. And it turns out to be quite large, and I thought it was a little funny bear.

Ferrets, gophers and other rodents are more active. We watch and move on. Predators of the feline family mostly lie in relaxing poses, and only a huge lion enthusiastically gnaws a huge bone.

We go to the "cold" room to the emperor penguins. The room temperature is about 20 degrees. Compared to the street 37 - just a glacier. We stand and get a double buzz: from the coolness and from contemplation of animals. We regret to move on.

We go to a big supermarket. The first thing that catches your eye is the huge queues at the box office, and this despite the fact that there are eight ticket offices.

We wandered around the market a bit, it was possible to skimp, but I don't want to stand in line for forty minutes.

Nearby is a kiosk selling hot dogs and just fried sausages. We buy sausage with salad, very tasty. Ketchup is very sweet, but there is no other. We had a snack, not in a hurry, we go to the hotel. We pass a shop window, there is a mannequin of a girl standing near the urinal and unbuttons the waistband. Creative advertising? We see a diner, sit down on the street. The waiter approaches, offers the menu. We choose two beers at random, we drink. Advertising of the upcoming final is being shown on the big screen. I don't want to watch here, let's move on.

We approach the hotel, near it on the corner of a huge sign "CONNECTION" and the flag of sexual minorities (red-yellow-green-blue-purple). It's funny to find out what kind of institution it is, but I don't want to go in and clarify.

By the way, according to my observations, the most popular car in Berlin is the "Smart". They simply do not number.

Other cars on the roads, in the vast majority of German production (which is not surprising).


We change clothes and go looking for a place to watch the final. A small cafe near the hotel attracts us with a large selection of ice cream and cakes. Anyutik takes the sweet, I meat and sit down to watch. I look more closely, because my wife is indifferent to football, but she cares about my company. I have no advantage in the final, so I just enjoy the match. The Germans are rooting for the Netherlands (apparently with the secret hope that they will avenge the Spaniards for the defeat of their team in the semifinals). Spanish fans (three in number) are kept separate and somewhat defiant. The whole match, the most active fan of the Dutch national team was my grandmother in the 80's (it is difficult to say more precisely, but I still at least estimated her age  ).

We take food to taste (it turned out interesting, I have only meat products on the plate, my wife only vegetables and fruits).

I watch our guide and actively communicate with a German woman. Finally, the guide enters the salon and says a little annoyed that the waitress called the police due to the fact that the bus was parked for a long time with the engine running near the hotel, which is prohibited by law. Environmental issues in Europe are given special attention… Finally, the guide flies into the bus and gives the command to go. Thank God, everything is decided!

Excursion around Berlin and free time. We go to the Galeria Kaufhof. Here our goal is quite specific - my wife's friend ordered her to buy a Swatch watch. A very specific model, which in Europe costs almost twice less than in Kiev. Right at the entrance we come across the department of this company. We find the right model, the price corresponds to the price on the official website - 63 euros. We pay, I specify what guarantee, in response I hear - international. Yeah, the main thing is not only in Germany.

We go further, on the ground floor there is a grocery supermarket.

We take care of buns with different fillings. I'm just not indifferent to fresh pastries, I treat myself to cinnamon and apple buns. Delicacies! ! ! !!

A huge department of cheeses, the price tags immediately show the flag and the name of the country of origin, the price is written per 100 grams. On average from 2 to 3.5 euros. The meat department impressed with various meat delicacies. Saltison-like sausage with various herbs and cheese, ham sandwiches, jellied and more. Spanish ham cost from 12 to 90 euros. Anyuta decided to buy Berlin chocolate, found stands with sweets. Chocolate types sixty. Fifteen species of Berlin. Heavy torment of choice… We take two different tiles.


Many products are equipped with the BIO prefix - which means that only environmentally friendly products without GMOs were used in their production. They are significantly more expensive than others.

The fruit department was not impressed by anything new, 2.50 apples and 4.50 pears. Expensive…

A pile of any wooden trifle - a wall clock, signs for children's beds, lockers…

We walked for another half hour, and went to a square. In the middle of the square is a monument. Two bearded men, one sitting, the other standing. Persons seem unfamiliar - that's right, the creators of "Capital" Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels (recalled a Soviet anecdote: "A collective farmer went from a remote village to Moscow, comes and says: - It turns out that Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels are not husband and wife, and four different people, and the Glory of the CPSU - not a man at all ! ! "). Ugh, evil. Anyuta is photographed next to them, I don't want to.

We go out to the fountain and repeat yesterday's program - sausages with beer and to the fountain. Anyutik (with the words - "And I have not tried this type of ice cream") is cooled by delicacies.

Anyuta and I sit in silence for the simple reason that we can't say anything new about suffocation, and there is no desire to practice gossip.

Although, admittedly, the irritation was strong… We drive to the gas station, passengers go into the shade, and drivers pour buckets of water into the air conditioner (wash the system). The guide bounces off particularly annoyed tourists, trying to explain to them that he is doing everything he can.

The minibus brakes sharply in front of us. On board are a shepherd and a Rottweiler standing with a menacing look (as one tourist translated for me, the inscription on the board said "Service dogs for you! "). A young man flies out of the cab with a bullet, rushes to the back door and carries a huge Rottweiler in his arms. The animal breathes very hard and rolls its eyes - like heat stroke. The driver's partner runs to the supermarket and quickly returns with two cans of water, which they immediately pour on the dog.


But she practically does not react to their actions, and only the parties that are being removed say that she is still alive.

The Germans angrily say something to each other, pour water on the dog again. With the same effect. Somewhere they call, drag the dog to the middle of the car and jump up at high speed. Yes, it is bad not only for us ...

Meanwhile, the driver approaches Oksana's guide and shakes his head sadly - the air conditioner ordered to live long! People, seeing this picture, pounce on the guide with the words: How to live? ! ! ? ». The guide goes to call again, returns in ten minutes and says that we have been sent a new bus, but he will catch up with us only in the Netherlands. Nobody liked the idea of ​ ​ driving five hundred kilometers in a bus without air conditioning at a temperature of about 30-33 degrees.

There was another option - to go to the service station and spend 7-8 hours to repair the air conditioner, but there are no guarantees that it will be repaired. In general, got on the bus and went to Tiel.

To cheer up, the guide turned on the comedy, but the TV slyly winked and repeated the fate of the air conditioner. Not funny…

The hot bus with irritated and stupid passengers from the heat continued on its way. Drivers opened two hatches for air, but the hot air from the street salon did not cool. Hell…

Finally, around ten o'clock in the evening we arrived in the town of Tiel, and then

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