Spasibo to everybody, here's a guide to Belarus this experience ... I counted the minutes but also try to tell you some things ... Let's start by 'start, finish proudly at the airport in Minsk and a cop stops me now ... With the face I find that I immediately thought the worst, and instead then I realized that I had to fill out the form for health care ... Ok I headed to a dinner where there was some other Italian that I had already seen on my flight that was doing the same thing ... I see that two were much more sgam me and I decide to ask about how he was filling out the form ... One of them looks at my passport and says "But you're in Matera?" and I said, "Yes." At this point turns to another practically screaming saying the following words:
'EU' ROCCO, WE HAVE FOUND A COUNTRY! "
I found these two runaways were Policoro which is the place to go to sea in Basilicata ... I did not want to believe, that the first two are meeting in Minsk Lucani!. Besides, then I've revised to 'exit with two troione and I realized the reason for their trip ...
Moving on ... I go to the airport and I see two guys who seem to KGB in hand with a sign that read "Ansaldo, Mr. Calbi," make me a sign to get on their van and let's start ... What drove kept laughing and talking with each other for a moment I came to doubt that he had impetroliato of vodka and do not think I focused on the music that came from Belarus' radio .. One species Laura Pausini in Belarus, a thing unheard and offensive to my ears ... Oh well then look at the scenery .. There's a shit .. plain, trees, trees and their plain ... The highway is like our own Double unbroken highway ... and almost no information ... Every now and then to the sides of the road there were these wooden huts with the girls behind ... Given the reputation enjoyed by this country and I thought they were whores but then I realized it was the Belarusian version ... They're our roadside restaurants with patched ass .... three hours after arriving in Zhlobin bad place ... with the decaying Soviet-style barracks ... I take possession of my lodging in the field (such as military , each of its prefabricated, wake in the morning, the shop that there is nothing more than a little bar with a pool table). In the evening we go out with other guys ansaldo and I realize that there is not shit you tell those around you everywhere ... her pussy, the impressive thing is that premises, on average, there is a report of 10 girls (of which 7 are really cool) and 3 guys ... So much it hurts ... it's even annoying ... Then I see that you really sociable ... you are not the place, you sgam that you are Italian and make you smile and are there to say "Italiansky" and other stuff that I do not see color ... Another note is that all they drink here like animals, boys and girls .. . We went to a place with outdoor tables and they all had one or two bottles of vodka on the table were empty and end of the evening ... Then they all go dancing in the swollen that there are two nightclubs in the city ... I mean everything added does not seem bad except the food is pretty crap but you get used to (actually regret the sauzezz) and male natives ... I team from head to toe and stand guard to check that their girls are not talking to you and above you're not going to break my balls ... On the other hand you are an alien who is to fuck women and there is blood in my veins as I understand their guinea mood ... .. Above is the beasts Two drunks were beaten to a pulp in front of a room and nobody was going to split them alone .. when one has fallen and opened the fight is over your head ... Having said that I greet you, I will suffer in the near future on this blog maybe attaching some photos that give a better idea ...
DASVIDANIA!
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