Journey by car

Auto secondhand

szammervill@freemail.hu — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 08:57:12 +1000

In my country is very popular to buy used cars.Not selling the auto second hand near complicated task like that, than the shopping, but there are one or two things because of that, onto which to translate worthy emphasized attention.When we dumped it away then in order for us to sell our auto worthy to cost clear one with the general technical state of our car first, with his mistakes.One of his manners obtained experiences for this concerned in the course of the daily usage in order for us ourselves to revise the car thoroughly we gather it up.It is good at the knowledge of the state of a car we have a chance to be allowed to identify the market value of our car as the reality adequately. Before the statement of the price worthy good to look round on the market thoroughly, and to gather in it concerning informations.At what more we approach the price of our auto laterally, we receive a more accurate picture at it from his real market value, because of this worthy to gather in the next price informations.The realization of a used auto it is necessary to count on a price bargain always, because of this to the selling price set by us let us calculate the sum which can be bargained down to it, but let this not be too much because it may raise the price to tall one alarmingly already.Counts as a model being looked for if our car is in a good state, and we know how much he is worth punctually, it is possible to shorten negotiating with it then, that we take up the final price with a neighbourhood price. The determination is with importance deciding here.
If is the price, the formalities may come then.

St. Tropez

szammervill@freemail.hu — Thu, 08 May 2008 18:03:37 +1000

Moulin Rouge at Pigalle

szammervill@freemail.hu — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:50:18 +1000

In Monaco

szammervill@freemail.hu — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:45:18 +1000

Monte Carlo Casino: Disneyland for rich people

My loved Grimaud

szammervill@freemail.hu — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:29:07 +1000

By the time, me and my much-loved little, red auto reached the house, I had come to what seemed to me a simple and reasonable decision. I would leave France next day, or as soon as I could get space on an air ferry, and tour Cornwall instead. It was ridiculous, certainly, after all the time I had spent dreaming of a French holiday, and it was sad, when I loved the scene and the sunshine and the atmosphere of Frenchness so much...

My girlfriend, Kate

szammervill@freemail.hu — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 12:30:45 +1000

Families were really fantastic. After all this nagging, people ought to flounce out of one another's lives as mortal enemies and never darken the doormats again. A few minutes ago, I realized, I had felt on the point of doing that exactly. But it wasn't in my nature to flounce out of anything. And what you did instead was have a cup of tea and carry on as if nothing had happened at all. Still, even it's true, I thought, it's damned silly. Strangers would never be so cheeky to one another. Families are a form of self-indulgence in bad manners. Especially Kate, who is my best girlfriend with her wheels within wheels and her offensive nonsense about boy friends.
"Are you sure you feel all right?" Kate asked, and I instantly answered, "No maybe you're right-I could have a nap instead, and you can take the kids down to the beach."
It disposed of Kate's insinuations at once. I assured Kate that an outing with the kids was probably just what I needed.

The foreigner

szammervill@freemail.hu — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 05:40:01 +1000

Then we started to talk to each other, in front of the auto.
"Cigarette, mademoiselle?"
"No, thank you.Oh. Yes, would you mind? It's a new experience." I puffed at the dark tobacco conscientiously, and when the man opened his door and stepped out. I followed him.
"This is a luxury," he commented."People who live here never have time to look at the view."
"It' s wonderful."
"You don' t find the sunshine too hot."
"No, I love it. I could live in the sun all the time. Are you sure I'm not wasting your time, monsieur?"
"Is it wasting time to stand in the sunshine with a pretty girl?"
"Thank you, monsieur."
"Ah' he cried in surprise. "I was sure you would say 'nonsense' or 'flatterer'! I beleived that an Englishwoman could never accept a compliment."
"I am not English, monsieur, I am Scots."
"Ah."
"A much superior race."
"Naturally, mademoiselle."
We laughed together.

On the road to the village

szammervill@freemail.hu — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 15:41:44 +1100

A man was standing by my auto when I came out of the diner.A young man of about twenty, fair, suntanned, carrying a rucksack.As I opened the auto door, he spoke."Hi! Traveling alone?" he asked.
"Yes, why?"
"I'd hoped for a lift, but I guess a young lady on her own isn't so hot for the idea."
I turned the ignition key."Don't worry, there'll be other cars along soon with men at the wheel."He stepped back."O.K.Forget it," he said." I'm only going to the nearest village."
I watched him walking alone, limping a bit.I started the auto, drove up to him and called through the window.
"Have you hurt your foot?"
"Only a blister."
I threw open the passenger door."I' ll take you."

My favourite destination

szammervill@freemail.hu — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 20:30:46 +1100

To travel desiring Romania may be his real heaven on earth, with a strange look onto Transylvania.Turism shows a tendency developing gradually, since the country abounds in odd natural resources, picturesque environment may open up front of it traveling in front of his eye.I visit this country coloured with wonderful landscapes in all years and I offer my acquaintances, that Transylvania is roamed over inevitable.We spread around the area of the Torockó mountain range recently,which is situated between Aranyos and Maros rivers.The deepening rivers hollowed out more beautiful limestone gorges at more beautiful one into the rock dissolving in the water.close 250 metres tall, straight, a cliff with a flat surface edges the pass, on which several rock climbers with a different gravitational grade are routes, can be found.There are caves between the rocks.In this area can be found the Torockó -hegység one of his symbols,above the brook spanning rock gate.This tight separate interest, that that the alpine cudweed shortest( 590méter) his incidence place.

I am in deep thoughts

szammervill@freemail.hu — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 09:08:20 +1100

I lit the gas under the kettle and accepted the hard exercise of admitting that I too had been quite deflated by the news.It's generalized Thing, of course, I reminded myself.You don't have any particular interest in any man qua man, but it would probably be very nice if every one of them was available.In that generalized sense.I mean, if you even have a mild friendly conversation with a total stranger and you know you'll never see him again in your entire life,it adds a ... a fillip, if you like, if you know that something could come of it-in theory, that's all.If you know that-in that generalized sense-he's, um, well, eligible.
To my horror, I blushed all over.

My little, red car

szammervill@freemail.hu — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:24:54 +1100

Adventures with my little, red car

szammervill@freemail.hu — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:37:03 +1100

"Yes, mademoiselle?" It was positively the same man.He was carrying a bag of tools."Can I give you a lift?" The words came out unthinkingly, for want of anything else to say.He waggled a hand in refusal."Ah, it's not necessary, mademoiselle."(How does he know I'm a mademoiselle?)" I'm going to catch a car.I'm going to Saint-Tropez, mademoiselle." His shrug indicated that I couldn't possibly be going so far.What an agreeable coincidence, I thought..."Ah.One must be very careful, mademoiselle.You don't know me."He smiled, and I smiled in return.He shrugged his shoulders and walked round the car to get in."You are very kind , mademoiselle."
"Not at all." I was aware of the irony of refusing a lift to a stranger and deliberately offering a lift to another.He sat with his bag on his lap and his hands resting on it, silent and relaxed.I found myself self-conscious, nervous of changing gear clumsily.Open country stretched straight ahead...

On my travels

szammervill@freemail.hu — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 16:19:07 +1100

In fact, I was in love with everything at that moment.The most banal things were a joy to my eyes.A notice proclaiming sortie , the new smell of a foreign country, the bleached and faded blue overalls of workmen, the sharp glaring outlines of buildings in the sun. " Anything to declare? " the customs man asked.He had a black mustache and a surly expression. "Rien que mes espoirs," i said gravely. " Nothing but my hopes." His face didn ' t flicker. " Take good care of them, madam, " he muttered.I started my auto and drove carefully out into foreign country.Suddenly I noticed two strange young men...Next time I " ll tell their story.

Journey by car abroad

szammervill@freemail.hu — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 19:15:23 +1100

When the little red auto finally stood on the tarmac at Paris, I felt like laughing aloud.The fact of being on French soil, of being at last abroad, was delight enough.Since I had a habit of examining my impulses,I suspected that my elation might be partly the result of fatigue, a kind of intoxication of exhaustion.I had driven the little car five hundred miles, mostly through the night, in order to reach the south coast and the airport, and I knew, it was foolish.On the long trip through England I had even put my foot down and watched the speedometer needle flickering round seventy.I was in love with the little car, absolutely besotted.I would cheerfully have driven nonstop to China.The sun was higher in the sky than it ever rose at home, and this surprised and delighted me.I had never imagined five hundred mer miles of latitude could make such a difference.