Day 7: July 25. Grove at 50km. Moscow (RU) - Moscow City (UK) - 180km - Moscow highway and streets jammed and crazy.
At 5 the sun rose at 6 sounded the alarm and left without breakfast buzzing towards Moscow. About 15 km from Moscow the situation was complicated, with traffic due to works, and the car that was warmer. We failed to
the first and second attempt to exit in the right place. We went back a few feet and came to the Suzuki expected as we took the plane from Madrid. It was 8 am.
When opened, all eyes diverted dependent unattended. Finally a brave dare to ask and Julio attacked with a clear and meridians Suzuki radiator "(message infallible). He gave a paper with the phrase "we need a radiator for this suzuki" who had translated a while ago.
The guy looked at the computer, said with a partner and finally approached us with a "radiator Niet." Soon came two others, who seemed mechanical, take a look at the car. We taught them fault and hallucinated in the car saying "carburator, carburator. At 10 o'clock the first came with the phone in his hand saying that the other had not suzuki radiator. The thing painted fatal.
Finally appeared a Russian skinny and tall with a mustache, who was the chief owner of the concession. In perfect English told us that they had found the radiator, and had the possibility of asking, it took 17 days and cost 12,000 rubles (about 600 €, making!). The solution did not work, so I offered to try (and reiterated to "try") to repair ours for a small fee. He said it would take "2, 3 or 5 hours," but in any event the same day because it was Friday and the weekend is not working. We accept, of course. They
more mechanical and offered them in the car teaching sign the map, so that the little Suzuki was the focus of the workshop.
When finished welding the radiator and found that everything worked, thanked them and gave the job to which currar 4 bottles by way of thanks. We went to reception to pay the bill, and told us that "free, free, to free. The head was gone and the mechanics said they are ready, to nothing. We took some photos with them, put a dealer sticker on the car and drove away his face. Awesome. Good people!
decided to go downtown to see the Red Square. Moscow is well organized, well marked and wide avenues. Fighting with the posters arrived at the Red Square, where we could park in a privileged place to take some pictures. We met several local people and we gobbled ice cream.
also had many weddings, and one of them asked us to take pictures with the Suzuki, having taken off a Hummer limousine. Russians ...
lined up at the airport, which was about 42 kilometers from the center, with many lights and ring stuck on our road crossings. Aran
arrived on time with all the backpack (how accurately gentlemen), and then plunging into fraternal embraces decided to look for a hotel to seal the border and leaves the rest. We found a gigantic, ancient and strange: each floor has a bar, and put the bar down porn movies on TV and there is a long hair playing the organ and singing cry pelao in a super intimate dancing with two types the hall and a waitress eager to serve. Awesome.
We left Moscow know the night around the hotel. There were people of all types: odd, Vidal i shere, grandparents, police dubious, dark fruit stands open at 11 pm, kebab stands, drink and rest. We had dinner a walk and went to bed at 12, already hours. A full day. 1200km left to Kazakhstan. And we
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