Up to CdA. The sea is warm.

At the easternmost point of the usual MC route, I continued. To France to look for those wild, hidden cliffs and beaches.


After a few years into the water. The sun was burning, no one was there. Well, almost after you in the waves. I later regretted being a coward and not swimming.

The smoke coming from underground is just a practice. I made sure because there are treasures below with a better fate than the RUS ones. That’s why I got to the entrance quite unexpectedly.

The title of the dirtiest car on CdA has a new owner. Morocco MA provis, very rare. And there are only tree stumps left on the Place.

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