Vodka Cola Cowboy:
pv83:
Finished reading your book and my word, what an absolute pleasure it was indeed!
Right from the start where you describe that you nearly suffered frostbite to your hand, and you descripe the scenery as well, I was hooked…and it sort of reminded me to the openings scene of “Fargo”…
Now, I’ve found some other pic’s to jog your memory…
Cheers, Patrick
Hi Patrick. I am glad that you enjoyed reading the book. It is great to get some positive feedback.
Another set of great photo’s that you have added. I remember all of those companies.
The Nico Mooy photo reminds me of a place that I used to load from near Vyazniki, a couple of hundred Kilometres East of Moscow. They used to produce flat pack furniture for M.F.I. When you loaded, you backed onto the side of the building and everything came out through a single door. Just like the door in your house. They walked every pack through this door and through the trailer. It took forever. But, because I used to leave Moscow really early in the morning, I could get there, load and be back in Moscow that evening.
Bliteb I knew from Yugoslavia, when I was working for Pro-Motor. A good friend of mine on Bliteb was Jimmy Cadwalleder. His father was English and his mother was Dutch. He could speak both languages perfectly. I used to see him in Belgrade, or Zagreb, when we were weekended. Another driver on there, Jan was a fully trained chef. One weekend we were stuck at the Yugo/Italian border, on our way home. He cooked up a roast beef dinner, using an oven that he had in his trailer box.
Mode Express I remember as well. I used to see them all over the place.
Yes. You have jogged my memory Patrick. Thanks very much.
Mick
Everything came out through a single door…that reminded me of a trip to Lithuania, me old man took me out for yet another trip, and we had to load clothes and such in Lithuania, to be more precise in the capital, got round to the place to find we were a bit early…as in two days early…so we’ve then headed back to the Hotel Vilnius (Wilna) parked up the lorry and wonder about for a bit.
Beautifal city that is by the way, I’ve never been back since, but from what I can remember is that I never had the thought I was all that close to Russia…everything was absolutely tidy and eveyone seemed quite friendly…will come to that later on…
After two days wondering about, we then got back in order to load, I remember asking how long it would take, the dry but simple answer was; er…I reckon about three days… I couldn’t believe it, so I got round to the back of the trailer and watched the workforce (all women…) set about… and as you said before, everything was done by hand and through a single door…so after the first day, they’ve managed to get 1/3 of the trailer loaded…
Coming back to that friendliness, in the days that we were stationary, dad was doing a crossword and I was in the drivers seat, pretending I was driving all over Europe (bear in mind that I was 12 at the time), whilst suddenly this beautifal looking lady came past, the doors of the cab were open, so she came to my side of the cab and asked me “if I wanted to ■■■■”… I looked at her, feeling me cheeks go as red as you can imagine, she then climbed up, kissed me on both cheeks and said that I was such a sweet lad, and walked away again… I was quite puzzled I can asure you…Looked at me old man and he just laughed his arse of…
Cheers, Patrick