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| FIRST PICNIC ON THE ROAD, FIRST SELF-PORTRAIT |
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| FIRST MORNING, FIRSTS MATES |
Getting
back on the road was a renovating experience. Since the trip back from Lima,
except a detour to Uruguay and a quick escape to Rosario, with the Kombi I
hadn´t gone out strolling in my terms. With this I mean traveling slow and
steady. Even the trip from Peru to Argentina was in a hurry to get to a wedding
I never showed up. After Causita’s boat trip, the closest I did of strolling
was going from Bremerhaven to Paris, which was 1000 kilometers in 10 days, but
always with the rush of arriving for a set date.
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| FROM THE BEGINNING, "FAMILY" ENCOUNTERS |
After the family
holidays in Cyprus and Egypt, I was a month and a half in my cousin Moni's
house in Paris preparing and putting together the interior of the Causita, the
living quarters (which is explained in another article). And when everything
was ready, every furniture build and all my things in their place, I left
Paris.
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| FRIENDS AT THE SIDE OF THE ROAD |
The first 3
days where a test in the road. I did 450 km up to Lyon, where I found myself
again among family, my cousin’s Sonia. There I stayed some 5 days enjoying the
good company and family love.
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| MORE OR LESS THIS IS HOW I WANT TO USE THE ROOF |
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| POSTCARDS FROM LYON 1 |
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| POSTCARDS FROM LYON 2 |
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| POSTCARDS FROM LYON 3 |
It was
then,
on the Friday I left Lyon, that I really felt going back to traveling. I was
getting back on the road. I was facing again the nomadic life that has got me captivated
for 5 years. And I felt that it wasn’t until that day that I was doing it on Kombi,
and that up to then Causita had just been a vehicle for traveling, and not a
moving home. That day it became definitely my home, in which I shall live the
next days, months or years.
It was like
so that I was again traveling at 60 km per hour.
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| POSTCARDS FROM GENEVA 1 |
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| POSTCARDS FROM GENEVA 2 |
I slept one
night in the last French town before entering Switzerland, I spent two days
CouchSurfing in Geneva before leaving towards the area of Gruyere (in the
search for the cheese). From there, following the recommendation of a Swiss
couple I met one night I headed over the Jaunpass, a mountain pass 1500 meters
high over the sea level, on my road to Interlaken. Already before arriving up
there I was hearing an ugly noise, that had me riving nervous and stopping
every now and then; but I couldn’t really stop, since without a mechanic’s ear
I wasn’t going to be able to do much. I kept going down from the pass until the
noise became unbearable, not for its loudness but for its constancy; and I
stopped in a garage. They looked at my Kombi van and didn’t even want to talk
too much, they derive me to the next town where I would find myself with a
garage specialized in VolksWagen (classics like Kombis and T3, and moderns too).
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| TO THE JAUNPASS |
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| CAUSITA IN THE SNOW! |
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| GOING DOWN |
Today it is
over a week I am in the town of Latterbach, to which I got hearing the noise of
a broken ball bearing and Manfred Balmer received me with open arms. After a
drive around the block, he told me we would leave it at the garage and repaired
it the next morning. Then he introduced me to his family at her daughter’s
house, who from the first idea of sharing dinner that night, invited me to stay
as a guest in their house.
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| LATTERBACH, NOT BAD FOR COMPULSORY STOPPING |
Freddy is
helping me in repairing all those things in Causita’s mechanic that make her roll,
and all those things that if broken would bring an unexpected end to traveling.
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| THE NEXT MORNING |
From the
Swiss Alps, the area of Berner Oberland, surrounded by loving people.
My regards
to you all and thanks for sharing with me.
Don’t
forget to be Happy!
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