Sicilian on your browser and RAIN (continued, part 3) Stay in the Maskaev was marked by the event, which will remain in history as "my biggest mistake." During the trip, Patricia has lost a lot of their stuff. By the way, she claimed that devote a separate chapter in our travel notes. I do almost nothing to lose, just because I'm more attentive person by nature, but this is my mistake, perhaps, will surpass all of its loss together. We stayed in a decent camp, the weather was also decent. In the morning the rain fell, and we, as good neighbors, have brought some neighborly things that have already managed to dry after washing with. After lunch, already in full sun shone, we went to Catania, and went there in the mall. Barely ten minutes as it began to rain. We are glad that now are in the building, rather than snooping around on some ruins, but then I visited another idea - a computer! In Maskaev I left a damn computer to charge near the pillar on the street. Gardens At first I thought that, well, done, let's finish shopping, and return. But Catania is located 16 kilometers from Maskaev, which can be reached on a good road, but at the end of the path where the narrow streets. Far as in fact, suddenly there rain has not started yet? Generally, most Italian drivers overtake me. At this time all I had left behind. They came across my path, so I even had a couple of times lights blinked, as do drivers of the Audi or BMW. When to Maskaev was very close, the rain stopped, but as soon as we turned onto the road to the camp, he loaded it even stronger than before. I still teshil the hope that our neighbor that basking in the sun next to the pillar on which the computer is charged, I noticed this same computer, or at least the rain and did the same thing we did with her belongings this morning. But no. Computer got wet. But since it was closed, not wet through. Much effort was to make sure that it is dry. In the action had to lead foot pump, through which air is blown into all possible holes. We left it in the sun for a long time. He had to survive. The computer turns on, but, despite the fact that the battery is working, and the computer saw it, use it in a paper he did not graciously. It had to be included in the network, the only way he normally worked after the "soul." Now Patricia, two batteries, and I am responsible for charging them. Uncomfortable, but nothing helped. Fields rain, which flooded the computer was still all night and by morning he went and was replaced by a strong wind. Mount Etna, which towers over our camp - I probably forgot to mention this - was covered with something white. I tried to convince Patricia that this lava gleams in the sun, and that may still be climbing the mountain in a car, but she did not want to listen. "Too cold. It's just a mountain, we climb the mountains and higher. It is better to go from here. " We collected a tent in strong winds and I was beside myself with pride, because I managed to roll it and not miss out in the Ionian Sea. Etna after the rain from Maskaev, we again moved to the south. On the island there are only three routes: along the northern coast, along the southern and straight through the central part of Catania to Palermo. We chose the south, but went to the north - there is a city famous for its ceramics, and we should definitely get into it, and then a few days we will travel to Palermo. And again in the Navigator have problems with highways. He is constantly trying to drag us into some villages, like an ardent lover of tourism in southern Sicily, so we had to turn it off and move the signs to the highway. We wanted to stop in Syracuse, but then decided to start to find the camp, look around, so went to Ragusa. Ragusa we could not find the place, there are the beaches on which to rest like the Italians. After several failures on a farm, which grew tomatoes, peppers and eggplants, we managed to find a place in the style of "agritourism." This place is called Capo Skalambri, is it in Punta Seca. We spent 3 days. Rubbish on the beach I've been complaining that there is no normal access to the Internet. Now I want to complain about something more substantial. Waste, garbage and trash. I do not think that it is we are so pampered and so it is responding to the trash. Recently we traveled to India, Vietnam, Malaysia, and from north to south on the African continent, as well as quite a lot in Europe. A small amount of debris can not get us out of balance. But what kind of game that is played by the Italians? Every beach that we visited once in two days, cleaned the tractor - yes, a tractor! So great with a huge knife - because otherwise remove all this rubbish is dragged along everywhere whole heaps, it is simply impossible. All Italians simply throw the garbage where they want. Everywhere there are boxes, but they are always packed, so maybe the whole thing in local government. And this happens not only on beaches. Roads, footpaths and all sorts of public places are usually clogged to such an extent that you begin to feel completely at ease. Start material: Completion of material:
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