{"id":2261,"date":"2018-05-15T19:58:41","date_gmt":"2018-05-15T16:58:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cap-travel.ru\/?p=2261"},"modified":"2018-11-19T17:13:44","modified_gmt":"2018-11-19T14:13:44","slug":"puteshestvie-v-krym-so-svoim-domom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cap-travel.ru\/en\/blog\/2018\/05\/15\/puteshestvie-v-krym-so-svoim-domom\/","title":{"rendered":"Going to the Crimea with my own house. A car journey."},"content":{"rendered":"

It's just a pleasure to drive along the M-4 DON highway! <\/b>I mean, from Moscow to Voronezh and plus a two hundred kilometer distance further. Then toll roads end and it becomes not so fun. I got stuck for about an hour in one of the traffic jams because of one bridge being repaired. Apparently, all these people decided to celebrate the May holidays by going in for a car rally to the south. \nIn one of these traffic jams, somewhere near Rostov, a BMW GS motorbike leaked between cars and stopped in front of my window. I wound the window down. \"Hi,Andrew!\", said the man in the helmet and balaclava. \"Hello!\", I replied. \"Where are you going?\", he asked. I answered with a smile at the not yet unidentified friend: \"To the Crimea! And you?\". \"Me too! Let's meet there! Good luck!\", was his answer. I waved my hand and the motorcyclist continued making his way further along the aisle. This situation made me ponder over the question \"Who was he???\" all the way long. <\/span><\/p>\n

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While I was getting to the \"Caucasus\" port, more than a dozen bro-motorbikers with Moscow and Moscow region vehicle numbers overtook me. These damn feathered pieces of iron flew to warmer climes! :) And I feel sick in the \"iron box\" like a loser. Although... I'm starting to like this type of traveling too. To have a mobile house\u2026 There's something in it! One of the key factors is that you don't need to be in a hurry because you know that you can stay overnight almost anywhere. You just need to turn off the roadway and choose a picturesque meadow in the forest on the banks of the Don river, for example. And then you can fry the potatoes, boil an egg, prepare some salad and simply daydream and make plans for the following day, while having a glass of red wine and inhaling the smells of the pine forest.<\/span><\/p>\n

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