WAVES Logbook - Day 9 
Day 9: July 27. Clearing fly to 450km of Moscow (RU) - 50km road between meadows. Kazakhstan (UK) - 930km - good roads with heavy traffic. We wake up in the field of mosquito 8.30. Reivigorating breakfast porridge (made with water but not milk) and cookies. We returned to the road at 9:30.
progressing well, with good road, no bumps in the Latvia-Moscow flight. Some works, bridges with asphalt melted and kamikaze traffic.
Mid morning we stopped inches subtly and a Russian police officer. We were stuck in a van to prevent see us, very technical for us in this territory, but in this case failed ... started the party.
We found a smiley character with gold teeth, we began to ask for things in Russian, to which we responded by making the insane to see if he got tired. Finally, we asked "Dokument", to which we responded handing everything we find in the glove compartment. We were giving him laughing papers, and at one point became more serious and told us to get off the car and join him on the stand ... uops!
invited us to sit trying to tell us that we needed a role. Seems to be missing one and after several minutes telling us the name in Russian without success we described it with gestures. He raised a hand and said, "Suzuki" and then the other saying "Mercedes" and the gathered acontinuación imitating the sound of a crash ... with what we interpret that it was safe paper. Responded "Da-Da-Da!" And we give the Green Card, and nothing. He told us to follow him outside and went to a Lada trap, and took out a blue paper in Russian finally seemed to be his safe, which was worth there. We did not, to which he replied that the car was left there saying "ABTO" (auto) and across the forearm with closed fists (local signal denial that we had seen many times), to take wind and until then we had reached ... bad business.
Sitting at the table beat with his fingers, and he returned to show the green card with the word "international", but said niet. Finally, a good forty minutes after he said something like "prisent", thus understood that I wanted a gift, right!, became the "Click" that both expected. As we seemed not to understand eventually reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, the bodorrio style before, so the issue became clear immediately. We said "Da-da-da!", "Of course", and went to the car for the gift, while he stayed with the international card Victor lest we pyres.
We went with a couple of bottles, which he knew little, gesturing that it was a leak (very thin poly ...) and that in his country were big bottle of vodka ... anyway. Also added a key ring with a ball Football of Barca, who at first smelled and did not like, and a pen. Finally slacken 100 rubles (quiet, 3 € to change) and it seemed little offended him. In the end, it seems that all this began to make such grace and smiled and nodded taking off his hat, which seemed like we said goodbye, when in reality I was looking to give him a straw hat of Parts " La Serena. " Hallucinated, July brought two and we returned the card. We did make the threat of a photo to take a "safe passage" for the next police, but slipped and said "photo niet, niet photo. We left the car honking and out of there, leaving the cop sitting in his hut with a straw hat Parts "La Serena" on the head ... Go episode, amazing.
The problem was that we lacked a role effectively, making it likely that the next control ... we'd just "make Pupitar." So we were a little "alert" therefore, very aware of the police, it seemed The Great Escape ... what stress. Afternoon
idle to war again, turning off the engine every now and then. Earrings to find the longed-octane enhancer, at one point we had to decide whether to shoot without Oktan Plus to the border or to look into Samara at 22:00 h, difficult decision. Finally, the luck changed and a dark gas station in the back between trucks and characters of dubious reputation, was a small auto parts store where you entered and July Aran and Aran came to moments later saying: "There octane" to what end the problem.
stopped at 3 am with a total of 930 miles under his belt. We set up the shop at full speed, cold and humidity. No dinner and it started to rain a bit, and we went to sleep traps. It rained all night.
We were at 50km. Kazakhstan. This way.
