Visiting relatives. On the weekend of 15th of March.
That was an adventure, of course, Friday 13.
Papa-mama into the car, go to Kesztölc, to the relatives. But poor Igor thought that in different way, it just lost power and then blowed out its mind after the köröshegy bridge. Oli level: NILL. Didn't it eat it!? And of course, the spare oil laughed here in the garage in its nice silver can. So Zolika had to be hitchhiker on the speedway for the first time in his live. Big thank you to the gentleman with the Renault Thalia (here's the place of adv.) and to the tank truck driver who made the car-Balatonboglár gas station route possible to me. So the oil question became solved, but Igor still had no power, so brought him to check. Right, riding with 2 cylinders instead of 4 is not a rush. But this problem had been solved, too, the russian technic ran like a rocket.
At our relatives we ate-drank a lot, went out into the forest, played poker until late nights, and at last, I could see the Matrix 2 in slovak language! :D After all, I can tell that this trip was positive.
But the point is: NOWHERE on 13rd, Friday.
Labels: Everydays, Travelling