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UKRAINE, Sumy: Celebration Stuff Frontier

Our first day in Ukraine coincides with the national holiday : that of the 1996 constitution. Although this is not a very old festival is very popular.
Today in the charming town of Sumy marching bands paraded through the streets to the sounds of Brazil, the uniformed officers in the round, people had donned the traditional dress ...

Performances of all kinds come and go.


Since the Orange Revolution, this color is here a symbol of political freedom. So the "Shanghai" is a small effect ...


This day coincides with the end of the academic year. Young people crowd the streets to celebrate the holiday starts. The meetings are numerous!

With Irene and Eugene who were wondering what were two strangers in this small provincial town. They would Starting in the capital Kiev to Paris or why not?


We find a little quiet around the imposing cathedral.













Tomorrow we hit the road to Kiev!

GS

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Russia-Ukraine: Never Say Never Again ...

This morning, towards the Ukrainian border, we expected one of those famous moments galley usual: free zone, a sort of no man's land with customs zealots who allow everything, even you search for the body to grab a few dollars for transit; KGB atmosphere with its share of gloomy offices, mobile orange sale, lino off the floor and interrogation endless frontier of language with its Cyrillic forms to fill in course and series of misunderstandings that lead inevitably to nothing ... was expected but not at all so that ...

As a schoolboy studious, Xav fill the forms. He regrets not having chosen the Russian LV2.


The output of Russia was carefree.




It was thought that the entry into Ukraine, which requires to join the EU would be easy.

What we're naive!


One enters the area Ukrainian passport control and then control the car. And that's how it starts. What had not been a problem in Kazakhstan and Russia is blocking here. Unable to move with the entire load of the car (spare parts, photo-video equipment, computers). We want them to enter their country with too many expensive goods. If you want to go we must pay 300% of the board ... uh that is to say that we do not have 24,000 dollars on us ... and even!
not then go! Customs officers ask us to turn back and return to Russia. But you have no visa! "Niet" categorical on the Russian side.
The situation becomes complicated ... After two hours of waiting, under a blazing sun, the Ukrainian customs inspector comes pretty upset by the story with the solution: one of us has to stay here with the car the other goes to Kiev remake of Russian visas. Tomorrow is a holiday but we should have the visa on the weekend. Russian visa in hand we can turn back to Russia to try to go to Ukraine to another border post 200km further north where they can manage the case. We remain puzzled by the proposal ... Finally, I personally am a nervous breakdown (10 days non-stop route requires ...).
Summit of customs inspectors Russian and Ukrainian. Six staff around the car passing the buck by raising the tone. There is little in the middle ... Then they make us understand that the situation is hopeless and that even if they let us go in Ukraine, they do not even consider, we will refuse passage to Poland.
And that's where we find the fault. Persuade us that we will enter easily in Poland on the pretext that the CEO of Venturi knows personally Consul of Poland in France. Yes but it's too risky for them to let us pass, they risk losing their jobs. Whatever we promise to find them a job at Citroen if they have a problem.
Anton, a young customs who speaks a little English we are a great help and is very understanding despite our tunes not happy. He even called a dozen times a Ukrainian friend who lives in Corsica and we will translate all the subtleties of this absurd and fantastic. A big thank you to them!
total of 4:30 of tense negotiations and difficult ... and eventually go to the dark side of the force! We So here in Ukraine, exhausted.

Fortunately, first impressions with this country are soothing. The atmosphere is quite serene. Small villages scattered, small huts with flowers, herds of cows on the roadside, everything is green and peaceful.




But the roads reminds us bitterly Kazakhstan ...
Finally, we find refuge in a small guest house in the pretty town of Sumy. Hosting Maxim and his wife made us forget everything.

GS

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Volga Basin and Ural

We continued our progress in the southwest, to recover substantially the latitudes of northern France. This large loop on the north by Russia has allowed us to avoid the western part of Kazkhstan that we had left many bitter memories in our previous journey, by poverty and dilapidated road infrastructure. So we followed the course of the Volga River to the south.

Entry in the Saratov region.


Always friendly meetings, people always surprised and appreciative to see this funny modern ship to pass without a sound, no smoke, no exhaust ....

again congratulations ...


All along the river, dozens of fishermen sell dried fish. I must say it is enough to make it so huge (the largest river in the European continent, 3700 miles long anyway).

The Volga Saratov.Sur the photo, the bridge joins an island in the river and continues further to reach the other shore. Three miles between the two shores ....


sturgeon, pike, catfish, salmon ... In talking with our fishmongers on the roadside, some of us have learned that the good old days they fished sturgeon over 8 feet .... Catfish of 400kgs ... Pike 2.5 m long .... In short, Jaws version freshwater.

Suffice it to a salmon-size ....


Perhaps it is the fatigue of travel, perhaps it is mere coincidence, or the vagaries of situations in which we find ourselves, but in recent days have been less obvious (there Has there been any easier ?...). Still, the time spent to make contact to get the famous sesame 380V was significantly longer in recent days. This is even more difficult in large cities, where the inns (where we must "save") seem to still function as Soviet. Authorizations, permissions, audits, opportunities .... Between the arrival of a stage and connecting the car, he spends about 3 hours ....
And then sometimes, everything happens as a cartoon by Walt Disney: we arrive, we explain in two words, and suddenly everything unravels: "Bis Problem" ("No problem") and hop twenty minutes everything is closed.
This was the case with the Armenian community vicinity of Saratov, which was immediately put into four to help us ...

It's always a surprise by opening the hood of the "Shanghai".


To celebrate this unexpected encounter, the boss concocts schashlicks us ...

You knew that Kojak was also a pro skewers?


Side Police say that .... It gets arrested 2 or 3 times a day , and there is not just out of curiosity ... Having already been fined questionable, I m'escrime now out of the police car without leaving anything other than a sticker Venturi Global Challenges, Mission 2 "(which always small effect).

Then I can go? Answer me!


We resumed our course due west, towards the border with Ukraine ...

Geraldine front of the Taj Mahal version Russian countryside ....


Finally, in response to Ptit'Mer about my beard is a beard-trophy, which symbolizes the time spent during this journey, each hair represents a galley crowned with success! As soon as I had the opportunity to embrace the CEO of Venturi our arrival (if we) I cut (the beard).

And the best for last: with 10,000 km on the odometer, the distance record in electric vehicle is now in complete autonomy and Citroen Venturi: The mission "Venturi Global Challenges" No. 2 is already a success!

Xav

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Tatarstan.

The miles pass and do not always look alike. The 9000th just register on the meter our valiant "Shanghai", we are grateful ...

By means of a stop in front of an Orthodox chapel ... St. Venturi Pray for us!


The Ural Mountains consists of small mountains covered with pines, birches and other green meadows.



No wonder the majority of villages are mainly composed of huts. Here are the wooden buildings that dominate.



Uh, no it is the hut in the garden ....

A strange atmosphere reigns in these parts, the contact may be difficult, even if only to ask the way to a bus stop ...

course ...


In any case we do everything to blend into the landscape and according to local landmarks.

Even hair color is to be mistaken!


Yesterday we had the opportunity and pleasure to meet and Ruslan Ilnar, two buddies found by chance in our daily quest for the Grail, the famous 380v ... "Problem?" It describes in two words the reason for our research. As always, eyes staring, laughing, they can not believe we can get straight from China without a drop of gasoline ... Then came the deluge of phone calls right to left, we can not let these two French as well. They end up tracking down the boyfriend of a friend's cousin's aunt's ex-girlfriend of the brother of one of them which indeed has a small transformer behind his shop truck tires. Go hop follow us. It follows.

a mission well done again for tonight.

Good car, it's settled. Dining? Drink? No no thank you, you've already done a lot. Normal , they reply (that's the magic word, like "all right", that nickel, "ah yes I see", "no problem". We must roll "r ")... "Normal", so. Neither one nor two, they invite us to follow them to the little diner on the corner. Before he could join them, Ilnar emerges already with a carton of beer, we feel the specter of Wipit emerge. "shashlick" (kebabs)? Needless to answer, the command is already done ....

And to think that GE is a vegetarian ....


Then came the usual trip. A lake, the Lada Samara open with Russian techno music thoroughly. The evening will end with Ruslan, who will present his wife and son, and ... We ask again to share the family meal .... "Normal "....

the center, Ruslan, and Ilnar Marsel (authentic!), Our benefactor power.


I take this note to answer JP on the previous post (you know, the one where you do not comment) on the issue thanks to the people we meet:
We make a point pride in always offering a reward to people who help us, whether for electricity or for accommodation. Most of the time we are not claiming anything, or just a memory (the syle of T-shirts for example). We we have with a Polaroid that can provide pictures instantly, and capture these moments and shared on the spot.
Regarding the deposit, or we sleep in a hostel as close as possible to where the car charging (also sometimes you can do both at the same place), or we are greeted with the people we meet Random travel .... Please note, we never ask to be invited (we never force anyone to hand of course). The proposal is still the person, and anyway we still have a prétextons alternative accommodation. Anyway, the invitation is always enthusiastic and insistent, those should not refuse .... Through this journey, in any case we experience the emotional generosity of people willing to serve no other return than simply communicating with us ... From the exotic two-way somehow!

Xav

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RUSSIA, Chelyabinsk: Welcome to the Russians!

It's midnight and dusk is endless. 55 ° north latitude. We approach the summer solstice. And the nights are clear in Chelyabinsk.
This city once met the sweet little nickname Tankograd . The reason? It was an industrial hub for the construction of tanks during the Second World War. Today these same tanks are exposed in municipal gardens. The children climb on it, and prefer to have fun there at the turnstiles, swings or other slides.

It Xav who chose the pose ... and he wants no comment ...


The military history of the city is still present with its deserted squares to commemorate the heroes of the war.




Present also Lenin in the central square as in all Russian cities.

Lenin and Geraldine.



And finally Orthodox Church finishes complete the picture.



We are in Russia!

GS

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Latter-day Kazakhstan.

... And still encounters as unexpected as pleasant, and especially necessary if we want to find where to plug our valiant Venturi ...

Down a dusty garage in the country, two mechanics help us to recharge 380V in exchange for two beautiful t-shirts college Ge ....


I take this opportunity to answer the question asked by JL ago tickets this: We find the 380V mostly in garages, and all the small businesses that may be encountered on the road. Optionally, you can also recharge the batteries 220v, it takes longer but the advantage is that you can find virtually everywhere ...

Example 220 recharge on the road leading to the steppes of Siberia.


These impromptu meetings are often an opportunity for exchanges that generate the immediate interests of adults and younger, self-conscious also of the importance of time and willing to pose with utensils most diverse (Pistols, truncheons) ...

... When we arrive in town ....


the last few hundred kilometers in territory of Kazakhstan will be especially marked by police controls increasingly insistent (despite the fact that our lights are on, I want to say) . And to finish on a high, first check what the immigration police, who assures us that we are living outside the law to issue a wave of missing stamp on our paper of record (and yes it's not laugh ). An hour of haggling, we understand that a few tickets could be arranged ... When they refused us help "officially", we decided to go give it a shot directly at the border.

Outpost at customs and immigration. The hard work begins ...

We finally discover that we are "almost" as a rule, in any case the customs officer let us go after frowned just enough to make us shed a few drops of sweat everywhere.
course inspecting luggage is always an adventure by itself: And what's all these boxes? Ben spare parts for the car (going to explain "spare part" in Kazakh ...). You have a gun? Nope. Looking surprised policeman. A revolver? Nope. But then how do you go in Russia? Glups ... We do not tell him that we already survived the famous "Bandit roads" Kazakh! ... A soldier, bullet-proof vest and Kalashnikovs in hand advances towards us, we feel that it's going to be longer than expected ... Narcotic? course not! He opens the door begins to rummage in the car emerges victorious with a brown box of pills in hand. And that? It is the box of capsules to strengthen hair Gege. Loud laughter among the other soldiers and customs officers. Private chubby does not budge. Time to burp the garlic sausage just confiscated a passenger in a minibus from the opposite direction, he decided to take me from behind the car and made me understand in a low voice "Tenghir Tenghir" (the local currency of Kazakhstan), I pretend not to understand it takes "Dollar dollar." Suiting the action to the word, he decided to do a body search, Glups. Gege just had the ingenious idea to pass all by myself in pockets, in case there would be a thorough search of luggage. Playing the naive, I cry out loud "You want dollars? Why?" Big white, dirty looks other soldiers and customs officials, the supervisor tick ... The rotund soldier stops his search in a millisecond, swallow her rot in peanut cookies he had taken the kid from the same guy with sausage, and motions me to pack everything up and we can go ....
Russian side, happiness ... "Elektromobile?" Wide-eyed, smiling, with a negative sign of the head, meaning admiration, it makes us understand that we are crazy but the trip is great. Crackle photos (like we thought it was forbidden), here you go .... Beware of bears
Pffff but where is my Haute-Garonne home ?....
Landscapes have now radically changed. Gone are the endless steppes, hello the great forests of fir and birch trees dotted with lush meadows. Occasionally, a panel has told us that elk can cross the road. Who cares it was a car that is visible from afar, even if it does not make noise.


The Call of the Wild ....



And inevitably it inevitably falls into the same problems of understanding of direction ...

"Left? All right?


Of our new nail Chinese


he could spend the Kazakh border without papers ... Too loud.

Escape to Siberia, heading due west on Chelyabinsk!

Xav

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KAZAKHSTAN Astana: Shanghaïastan.

Finally in Russia! But I'm still a little flashback to our adventurous road movie ...

Our step Astana was short but amazing. Denotes the capital with the rest of the country.



The arrival in town was pretty painful. We have no less than three hours to find a place to recharge the car. What we just let time go to bed. It is early morning, before resuming the road we have traveled through the center of any new capital : the famous President Nazarbaev has forfeited the benefit Almaty to Astana in 1997, further north, closer to Russia! Since the city has modernized the rhythm of the fanciful ideas of the president.

Bayterek Monument. The golden ball rises to a height of 97m and contains the imprint of the president.
Do not they say "have a stranglehold on ...?!


Then another surprise, and size ! The highway connecting the capital to Russia: this morning we drive on a beautiful highway 3 way . Not a hole. Not a rut. No dust ... still strong despite the wind that comes from Siberia.




But police! 100 kms on the clock and five controls already! It prepares the next. To answer
Piwi Piwi- ... the police often stop us from mere curiosity. Indeed it is visible from afar ... even from far away in the steppes! Usually they just ask us questions the traditional :
- "Atkouda?
- China!
- Kouda?
- France!
- aaaahhhh! "
From time to time they check the papers ... but do not understand much. Then they ask us to open the hood of this "Elektromobile. They do not understand more.
But yesterday they are a little more zealous! Probably because it is near the capital. We heard the word twice "shtraf" that immediately translates "fine" seen mine and severe police action unambiguously Fingers rub to say "money, money." Reason for offense: Xav has not turned their lights on, even day mandatory here. Or: Xav still forgot to turn on the headlights! Fortunately there is always a colleague to calm things down ... until when?
Go, Xav! Light the lights!

GS

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"Wipit, Zakoussit!"

(Sorry it's phonetic, but these are words that mark our days of traveling). Let soon since our last post:
First, we arrived in Semey, and this incredible meeting with the Director of Cultural Affairs City, who wanted to pose for our batmobile Plains:


"Godfather IV" soon on your screens ...


This same gentleman who took us to improvise a small traditional feast that evening, guaranteed atmosphere and good company ensured ....


GS mastered well the Dembri (2-stringed lute) and allows me and my seductive charm of those around ...


Another highlight of our visit to Semey: 's visit home from exile Dostoevsky ...

The hut of the writer. No it does not snow that falls, but the poplar fluff ....


"I touched his office ouiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!!"


nice little detail: the paving of the museum (as many buildings for that matter) has the distinction of panic radioactivity detectors ... The material was recovered from the nuclear test site Polygon, not far from the city. We did not linger ...
Then it is again the road a little less painful than it took to take arrive there, but with games still amazing ....


"Excuse me, this is the way to Pavlodar?"


And then, of course, unlikely at this meeting Ekybastuz: Chechen community the corner which we assumed when we asked in the street where we could find 380v ... Give the guy a call, hop, another comes and takes us to a coal plant, the car will be recharged there. To sleep? The sister of a friend is an inn not far away.
To eat? No question we leave without eating, go hop, some races, we call other buddies (Chechen course), it mounts all the Mercedes (uh you're sure we can get back to 5?) and steering the steppe with half a sheep, apricots, garlic and onions open the trunk, Turkish music background ....
We confess to have had a big doubt in arriving at the foot of an ancient settlement, with just a rickety hut and a wooden plank on two traiteaux.


But what are we doing here ?....


In two shots dippers, all turned into a ballroom at the Kusturica, music always background that comes from the Mercedes wide open, crackling fire in a barrel of spirits returned, and mutton boiled with onions on top ("Gejekgalesh" Chechen traditional dish). We eat garlic salt to the undertaker (luckily we had no tryst just after), and the dean of the community begins its leitmotif: "Wipit, Zakoussit!" which can result in: "You drink first, and eat!" , except we did not eat anything since we prepared the meal .... So it became "Wipit, wipit ..."


Wipit, zakoussit .... In short it is endless !


I have known Germans drinking beer at Oktoberfest in Munich, the English pubs in Bristol rovers, but it must be confessed, nothing and nobody can match the Chechen Plains killer Vodka .... short, good evening, returning late in the village, and unforgettable moments shared ...
And go again, always the steppes, a vast green desert ...


At least we are not bothered by the traffic ....


Above all, do not dress in green ....


Directorate : Astana!

Xav