Friday, 26 August 2011

Hungary 2 Romania

Chapter 33 - Hungary 2 Romania 

Dear Diary...

To be or not to be, that is the question !!

This chapter is called: 
Hungary 2 Romania but can be called, 
OZORA Festival 2 Transylvania Festival.
For this reason ,I will call:

Hungary 2 Romania VS Ozora 2 Transylvania

This was a slow drive up to the mountains, 1800 meters high but I DID IT:)
 Not only me but I will leave that gossip for the next chapter "Transylvania Festival" .

 After OZORA Festival finished , Mum and Dad started to drive me down (or I would say, up) with 2 other Friends, Darren Psy Punk and Ivy Maria .
Its always good to have friends around and is always helpful to share my alcoholic vicious with others as Mum and Dad can not support all my expensive habits alone ;o(

Darren and Maria are 2 good friends and was very nice to travel with them.
All good for a start and nothing to mention until we got up to the mountains but I leave that for later scripts on my diary ;o)

Crossing Hungary to Romania was a road chaos. Roads in this country's are not for any car and now I understand why we saw so many car service stations and tyers garages on the road. Not much places selling new cars but lots selling parts and wheels / tyers and pieces.

We did the usual stops in the petrol stations for a coffee and a pee and we spend the night in a friendly camping park for a good rest , shower and to replace our energies.
Before we stopped, we drove through Arad, which is a city and it reminded mum to old Budapest.
The style, the buildings, roads and everything else was very similar to how Budapest looked about 40 years ago.

This camping park was a bit out of the way but the only one we could find at that moment.
The place called Camping Route Roemenie in Minis village just outside of Arad.,It was a small but very friendly camping park, owned by a couple, and the wife was from Netherlands.
They also have connections with England and as they say its a Non-Profit Organizations where they help kids from abroad for summer work and help to local gypsies etc.
The man also have a vineyard and has his on local wine. So because of that, mum and dad, Darren and Maria  had a chance to try some local Romanian wine.

 and still a *long way to go* before we start to clime the mountains..........................

Lets ketchup...
Next day very early, we wake up and got on the road , this promising a long day on the Road in Romania.

VERY FUN NOTE:  for the first time( since I am with this new adoptive family)  I have 4 people sleeping in and all looks great. No complains ;o)

Many kilometers away, we stop again and we done some shopping. We will be on top of the mountains and we dont know what to expect, so we stopped in Deva in a  big super market and we done some shopping.
Deva was the last big town with proper shops and petrol station before the big scary mountain roads.
Back on the road, we started to drive up the mountains, the road was in construction and no signs to direct us to the festival PLUS... TomTom do not work in Romania although its in the EU since last year, and dad has a TomTom XL and even that doest recognize the Romanian roads. What a F**** is going on here???
So because they knew that, mum prepared with maps, and all sorts of directions to get to our destination.
(lovely joblly mumlly)

Anywayyyyyyyy.... From the last little town called Sebes to the festival, was only 90 km but it took us 5 hrs.

We arrived at the festival gates late and Dark, the last kilometers was nearly impossible to drive as this was very high in the mountains and no lights or any signals was show to direct us but we did it to the gates that same day. uuffff

On my next chapter "Transilvania Festival" you can read more about.
Thats all for now.
Keep read our Blog and please

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Thank you for reading
"The international gypsy traveler".

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Ozora Festival

Chapter 32 - OZORA Festival - Hungary

Dear Diary...

After the past incidents my head is spinning of so much adventures :)
 I managed to arrive to OZORA Festival in Hungary. ;o)

Amazing ! This is the sort of place where I dont feel lonely as there are many old campers and trucks around.

Took us couple of hours to get into the festival but after we finally got in, mum and Dad managed to find a place for us to park (camping) and Nuno Nunes has been with us all the way :o)
This parking space was not the best place in the festival as it was very close to the road (dust roads) and was nearly 30minuts walk from the main dance floor.
(I did change color with so much dust!!)

The festival was very big... I mean .. was enormous and all the trucks and cars wanted to be very near to the dance floor which made people drive to the end and then have no way to return as the roads was crowded with trucks, campers, cars and other types of living lorries and buses !

On the second day it started raining and that made everything and everyone very  muddy. Yep, Mudd was a must in this festival... but not only !! After that one muddy day, the weather was hot, very hot. I was so hot inside that no one could stay inside in ME for too long. Mum and dad was melting away after just few minutes inside. Imagine, when they put the kettle on to make coffee, i was a living sauna.But hey, no complains about the weather, its summer time :):)


Bad Words
* too big Festival! from the camping to the dance floor was 30 minutes walk. 
* The market place reminded to Camden Town in a rush hour... O.M.F.God !! kebabs, fish shop, 10 pizza places, cloths, food (restaurants)  ... all this in duplicate.
* The place was not amazing ! The festival was in a forest but that doesn't mean wonderful-land.
* No much places to get water and always a big cue in any tap available.
* 20 Toilets in one place. The next lot of toilets was far distance from each other.
* You can walk for all week and you will not see everything in this festival !!

Good words -> 
* Brilliant
* Good fun
* Good music
* Underground Market was amazing ! 
During the day most part of the (street shops) has closed and give a chance for Travelers and Party People to make a small flea market to get some extra money in the pocket PLUS...Some of the most amazing handmade cloths and jewelery I ever seen..
* Nice to see old friends
* Nice to make new friend (even so people was too busy all time with other things and not enough time left to make new friends)

Congratulations OZORA Festival Organization, you are making something different and it works !

Bad Words
A bit too big. Wasnt easy to find friends. Not enough water taps around  A near by lake or river was missing to dip in during the hot days. Lack of lighting effects and deco in the chill out. Many people was driving up and down unnecessary during the day, creating lots of dust.

Good Words
 Very well organized start to finish. was nice to see local Hungarian food stalls such as langos stall. :)   Beautifully build chill out, made out of wood, which stays on the land permanently. Amazing view from the hill to the main dance floor.Great, free market place for travelers.

 Ozora Festival was in fact the biggest festival Mum and Dad have ever been.
After we left the festival and stopped at a local food store, mum heard from the shop assistant that it was 26000 people there this year. Gosh this is a lot. No wonder why they had trouble finding their friends around.

On my way to Transylvania Call Festival in Romania  ;)

Monday, 22 August 2011


Chapter 31 - Breakdown in Hungary

Dear Diary...

Bolloks !! This time was a serious case :/
If you did read the last chapter of my adventures, you know I had a strange noise in one of my wheels and dad had to have a look on it while we stayed in Hungary.
Bla Bla Bla.. if you didnt read the last chapter


Lets start this one ...
After we arrived in Hungary  the wheel noise started again, this means the hammering dad did on my wheel center cap  didnt solve the problem.
While we stopped at mums Family house, dad did have a look at the wheel and decided to take the wheel center cover out as this was the cause of the horrible noise. 
Dad took my wheel off to have a look but all looked normal.

We have been in Hungary for some days waiting for a couple of Friends to arrive from UK (they have been driving down in a car and we were going together to the festival - OZORA-)

After they arrived, we get ourselves ready and were on our way to OZORA festival and here was when all happened !
You want to know whats happened ??

We got on the road to OZORA and I was on the front ,while Dad Friends (Nuno and Jose) was following us in their car.
Not too far and after some kilometers of driving in a very bad road my back left wheel finally gave up.
Nuno was driving on the back and he saw the wheel go on S S S Ssss.
How to explain this !?
Was like if the wheel was falling out.
inside... Mum and dad felt like this was a tyre puncher but Nuno told us: all the wheel was in SSS movement.

We stopped and took the wheel off but again, nothing was visible, only the barrel of the wheel  (inside) looked a bit out of the place (has moved just a little bit to one side) but not too much.
We put the wheel back and decided to drive VERY SLOW until the next village to find some mechanic or garage.

Before, Dad believed this was the break pad out of the place but was not ... the situation was very bad !!

Not much far away they found a garage (looked like was abandoned) with a restaurant on the side , which  was still working but didn't have any movement at all, inside we found 2 angels :) (who told you that angels do not exist !?)

Anyway, lets leave the comments and go to the main thing...
Inside of the restaurant was the owners, a very friendly couple that promptly come outside and tried to help us out (not surprise, we are the only living souls in that place for a couple of days)

Anyway, lets leave the comments and go to the main thing...
Foda-se... Freeka, get on with this !! I dont have all day to be here ! Move on... please ?!

OK, the owner of the restaurant know a very small village close to the place where we were and out of the main road, so he took us there.That was the ONLY Garage available in the village.
As you can imagine, the man was full of work but (COMMENT WAS REMOVED BY THE TUTORS OF FREEKA) he decided to help us and put our van in front of other works.
By now, is night and the mechanic spend around 2 hours  to take the wheel off.

You asking why ?
You want to know what was the main problem ?
Do you want to know whats going to happen next ?

Yes, because on this one dad had to insert a couple of big notes but if you want to know more , keep reading please....

After 2 hours, the mechanic finally took the wheel out... Why ?
The bearing of the wheel was melted and all the metal parts inside of the wheel barrel was melted !!
If dad has drove 1 more hour , the wheel would got stuck and God knows what would be happen !!

By now, is night and the mechanic + a couple of friends of him tried to order a new part  from the Internet but here is where the trouble started...
You want to know why ? I tell you and this time dont need to insert a coin !

They didnt found the right part for me because they were looking for the part by my registration number which is a 85 petrol camper-van...

NOTE: as you may know from other chapters, I had an engine replacement but this was never very clear because was a work made by my grand parent (old owner) who replaced my old engine to a newer Diesel engine PLUS he replaced the bridge under and he never told Dad what king of changes he has made on ME.

After Dad told the mechanic about the engine changes, the mechanic did a deep search and start to go forward in time until he found that my Engine and bridge are from a1989 2.1 diesel camper-van, I mean, I did have a mechanic surgery and I am Younger then what I really look (even know, I look much better now then ever, since I have been adopted  by this couple of Freaks I call Mum and Dad ;)
Freeka... Can you stop with this (commentary's) ?? Jesus Christ !!

Ok , dad is not in the best humor today, lets finish this chapter at once.

After the mechanic found and ordered the part from the Internet, Mum ,Dad, Nuno and Jose had to go back to the garage (petrol station) to spend the night inside Nuno's car while ME had to stay in the mechanic garage to be fixed in the morning.

Do I need to say, they have been waken up by a couple of police officers during the night asking for documents and passports ?
Luckily Mum is Hungarian and she did explain whats happen and why we are all sleeping in the petrol station car park :o) ufffff....

Next day they woke up and got into the petrol station`s restaurant for a quick breakfast. 
As the Camper-van (ME) was going to be ready only around 15.00pm.

Anyways, we were in good hands and the lady from the restaurant did cook some food for us and made us feel very comfortable in his place and Nuno even had a chance to take a cold water shower for free... 
Not bad hey :) !?

After some food and a chat, they got back to the garage to see how I was (around 12.00pm) 
The mechanic have just received the part and just started  working on ME...

The wheel`s bearing I had on before was not original, it was smaller, maybe this was one of the reasons the bearing broke !!

As I said... we were with angels and this mechanic was one of them. He fixed ME and do you know how much dad paid ??

* Bearing - £50
* handwork - £20
TOTAL - £70

No, Im not joking !!!

Only in Hungary !! Friendly, clever, cheap and most of all... Human people !!
Maybe not all but this people were a bunch of angels in our way !!
Thank you guys...
Thank you Nuno for being with us and helped us out with everything.
You know what friends are about !

Thank you too for reading one more of my chapters...
" The road trips camper-van"

Have you finished ? Really ? Finally... Im Loosing my patient with you Freeka,
I hope this is the last time you left me down... Beatch!!