Hi all
Here’s a bit of a story of a trip that I did with Ronny McNulty,nothing out of the ordinary but just a daily account of the trip.I hope its not too boring!
GS
I remember one trip around 1991, me and Ronnie McNulty (Shag) shipped out empty to load Italy for Doha. We ran down through Swiss. I had to go to load pipes in Milan and Ronnie had to load in Venice. We were going to get the boat from Ancona to Patra, but on our way we changed our minds and decided to save some money and transit the former republic of " Jugheadslivovicia".
So we split up at Milano and I was to meet Ronnie in Venice once I was loaded and cleared. When I got to the venice industrial estate where Ronnie was a couple of days later, he wasn’t ready so we locked the trucks up and got on a water taxi to Venice proper. (Photos to follow )

We checked into a cheap hotel and then went for a look around.

A cultural experience Rodders.
We found a bar that sold huge Steins of beer and nice thincrust Pizza. Whilst we were munching and drinking, a couple of Finnish birds turned up and we got chatting and the next thing you know it was the next morning and we were all in the same room. Ronnies bird was the “Nun”, mine wasn’t …!!!
So anyway when we got back to the trucks, his load was finished and after a couple of hours he was cleared and we were on our way to Sezana. We got out of Italy and into Slovenia without any problems, ( it was at the height of the war) but we had to head towards Hungary via Ljubijana and Maribor because the motorway to Belgrade was blockaded at the Croatian/Serbian “border” and some Turks trucks had been set on fire. One of the drivers had been killed. What a carry-on !!. When we got to the Hungarian border at Netanya in the early hours of the morning, there were loads of busses full of evacuees, all trying to get out of the war zone.
After jumping the queue as was normal in those days if you could get away with it, and nearly having a fight with a tanker driver, we entered Hungary and headed across country towards the crossroads just before Tompa .
We parked up that night at the truckstop at Kiskunhallas where the liver soup and the Schnitzel cor don bleu and some beer were just what you needed after a long hard drive… Next morning we set off early and because we couldn’t get out of Hungary into Serbia at Tompa, we were going to go into Rumo via Nadlac border and then head south and along the River Danube, then over the dam back into Yugo (Serbia) after paying the " war tax" and then a short transit and into Bulgaria through a tiny border at Bregovo.
"Do you have cassette Beatles ■■ " I was asked by one of the border guards ! No I told him but my collega has and I pointed back towards Ronnie. Once through the border it was a short drive to a place which was no more than the village square where we parked up and had a hot drink by the trailer box before hitting the sack.
The problem with parking here was that at night, they used to raid your trailer boxes and nick all the food. Alfie Foulkes and some others had also had their spare wheels stolen, so you had to sleep with one eye open !
After an early start it was a long slow punch right through Bulgy to Kapik to try and get through into Turkey and save paying the overtime and then one hit to Istanbul where we arrived in the late evening in time for chok Efes Abi …at Oktay TIR park.
The next day I had my oil changed and got the unit and trailer washed and greased, and after buying some supplies of fresh fruit we were off, to try and get to Aksaray that night.
After an uneventful run to Ankara, we pulled in at the Telex Motel for lunch, where I had my usual Haslama soup, a bowl of watery stock with a lamb hock and two halves of potato and an ice cold glass of coke. Lurvely!!! Then after checking the telex box, we set off for Aksaray. The aim was to get your police paper stamped and get past the Polis Kontrol, and then drive to Taspinar tank farm where we would park up for the night, ready for an early start after dropping your belly-tank. Most of the time it worked out ok, but sometimes the policeman would take your paper and park you up for the night with the Hungaro’s and Bulgy’s.
This night it didn’t work out and we were parked up at the TIR Kontrol, he wasn’t having any of it !! So a quick bite to eat and bed. It was about 1am.
Next morning 6am get the Polis paper back and crack on to the tank farm where the boys got on with the pleasant job of pumping out the diesel and dropping the belly tanks, while I got a full english breakfast on the go. Making sure that we accounted for the right amount of diesel !! It had been known to evaporate, even in winter, but the oil burners in musin’s workshop were always nice and warm!
We were ready to leave by about 10am and after settling up our bill
We were on our way, next stop, lunch at a great little place right on the top of Tarsus, where they cooked fresh local mountain goat on a roaring fire. You could tell it was fresh because it was still walking around the mountain edge!!!
Grilled lamb chops by the half kilo or kilo, a fresh salad and a big jug of Ayran, a watery, salty, natural yogurt drink, made from goats milk. What a fantastic lunch. I always stopped there for a bite, then it was a good punch to Cilvegozu, and bed, ready for exit Turkey, enter Arabia…
GS