Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Baksuz

A lovely, untranslatable word that pictures me.

Just to paint the picture, here's an example:

Working out bush, I get a lot of flat tyres. Burnt country, tree stumps, and bingo.

Not one gets – I get. Because it's pretty much only me who gets them.

And after six days of driving around, bush-bashing and changing tyres on a daily basis, today was the first day I managed to go without one.

So proud. Everyone celebrated.

Until I got back home, that is. Or almost there. Dropped one of my clients off, started driving home (it's about 50 m) and had a flat tyre.

Baksuz, baksuz.


The view of the day

4 comments:

  1. baksuz...neprevodivo ali neprejebivo iskustvo za biti jedan od :/

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    1. Trend se, naravno, i nastavio - ostao sam bez ijedne rezervne gume!

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    2. come on!!! baksuz in deed :(
      Marfi i njegov god damned zakon :/

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    3. Vožnja natrag je bila sva napeta. Ali sad, nakon 7,000 km, na kauču...

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