Thursday, MAY 22

Thursday, May 22, = = (Vitebsk City - Maps)

I slept very well, also double-glazed windows have prevented me from hearing the slightest noise outside.
These are the 7, and after I prepare a hearty breakfast consumed at the hotel, aside from parking the car and childbirth.

78 km detour to the right fork (5 km before the town of Orsha)
50 Km Tolochin = 41 km = Krupskiy 50 Km arrival in Borisov - (tot 219 km)

Borisov 150,000 inhabitants = =

Despite the fog encountered, I quickly route the way, thanks also the excellent asphalt road recently.
Works of art and ancient monuments are almost nonexistent, Belarus was the scene of bloody battles during the Second World War, causing the total destruction of various cities, even if there was something interesting to preserve, was destroyed.
I intend to stop because there are still 70 km to Minsk and fatigue is beginning to be felt.
I was recommended to an inn that also serves as a




restaurant, be a good locale, by meeting a lady well into meat, which occupies the entire space behind the bar, leaving me to toil and welcomes smiling amicably agree to my request for 'lodging for the night.
In view of the time or opportunity to eat the soft woman I need a plate of roast pork, cut into wedges served with roast potatoes and two bottles of water ...
One is, it was water but the other was pure vodka, thank you for the thought, and I hasten to say that I can not drink alcohol.
It seems disappointed but quickly takes away the bottle, replacing it with a mug of beer, I do not say anything, it is also alcoholic.
As usual after lunch a little rest, a cooled and childbirth due to the visit of the city, which seemed to me the most lively I've visited.
The day is hot, cold in the north and you're leveling just a bit of sun that the air is warm enough.
Parè however that for these people, this season, and as conveyed to us July.
People walk fast, the old ladies with their usual bags, chissa anything but the best thing are the girls.
I am amazed by their poise and their clothing: blouses are to imagine that all microskirts from dizziness, vertigo heels to have blond hair and faces very clear but there are also dark-haired girl with emerald green eyes.
This will be making the jealous, reaching even to slow the emigration of Belarussian beautiful women?
The proximity to Minsk, it makes it easier for the possibility to follow a more modern fashion than elsewhere.
I can not divert their eyes from all the well of God, only in the Baltics had noticed some beauties.
They have smiling faces and are aware of their beauty, they laugh when I crossed the sidewalk, knowing that I watch, certainly not with paternal gaze, or perhaps because acknowledged "the stranger".
I come across the monuments to the fallen and in a couple of Orthodox churches, police and ubiquitous, and if I exclude some old, sitting on the benches of the many gardens along the route, there are many men on tour, unemployment in Belarus is a little more than ' one per cent, for this will not nor do I see?
My stroll along the banks of the Berezina River, in the end they returned to the inn, the late hour of the lunch did not entice me to dinner.
A family music draws my attention, an Italian singer of the 70s, is showing in a schow night television, for me, songs are dated but for the people here are often new.
The lady in the morning I received and I was served lunch, beat his hands to the rhythm of the music is happy and turning to me, it compliments for the Italian music.
I accept willingly the compliments, even if today, the year of 2008 songs, or have been settled, much more beautiful.
To know more absurd singers, that we have had a success rating, that the myths still current, that performed songs memorable and remained in the heart of the vast majority of Italians.
I remain glued to the television, was more than a month remains before this box that vomit pictures, I am not sorry because I finally relaxed and I do get an hour to goodnight and close the door of my room behind me.

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