With all this trip was to easily traversed on a scooter. Enough to pull on that site, I came upon some problem, and then Abramovku which had finally found a sandy beach and enjoy swimming. Details can be found by clicking Michael J. Bender or emailing the administrator. The bottom of some sort of liquid clay, water, original, unusual, waves crash into the face – an unforgettable experience. But very long swim was impossible – the keys hidden in a scooter, and moped unattended, and the back must also go back – killed by a road through Vaulovo took more time than I expected. Back went on . The road is not too busy, but narrow. Constantly flying past the truck tried to throw me on the shoulder, which was not there, which is quite unnerving.

That's really right I did that did not go there by bike. If the moped at least some drivers feel for the vehicle and overtake on the rules, with cyclists in general no one is: if you want to live – gather in the bushes. But on a scooter going like Nobody knocks. Soon my life tank was nearly exhausted – something bubbling on the bottom, clearly will not last long. In , immediately after the railway crossing, struck dressing. Stop, 3-liter ask. From the window Goblin I said that not less than five pours. Attempts to explain that I had only 4-liter tank, to no avail. With thoughts of "here scoundrels could these three liters for free to merge, to write off as an error in the pump, but they are not for the money poured, the food on.