Oberstaufen is full of old cars, pasted with sponsor stickers, spare tires and petrol cans on the roofs. Either a car that is at least twenty years old or worth less than 1,111.11 euros - this is the rule for one of the world's last automobile adventures.
D three hours later it is our turn, the rally begins on back roads from Oberstaufen to Baku. In Missen, thirty kilometers away, we have to pick up six bottles of beer. The task until Istanbul is to exchange four of these bottles for local beer from the locals on the way. Two of the bottles must be given to a mayor or policeman, double points are awarded if the representative drinks the bottle. It starts euphorically and with great honking (as it turns out later, with an average of fifty kilometers per hour), via Kempten, Bad Tölz and Schliersee over the Alps.
We already meet a first team with problems after the first 200 km - petrol pump broken, we can't really help here. Lonely, 961, 962 and 963 pull up and down the pass roads until we find the first sleeping place after 500 kilometers in Admont /Austria. A maximum of 11.11 euros can be spent on average per person and night. Our hotel therefore consists of our station wagons, which are lined with sleeping mats. They park in an abandoned space in an empty building, which turns out to be Admont's bus parking lot at four in the morning. Our next destination is Petresti in Romania, 800 kilometers away. So it goes on early in the morning at 5 o'clock, because it will be a long day of driving.
We have promised a friendly team from Blaubeuren with the unpronounceable name 'D'Bäsawäga' (number 83) to provide relief supplies for to take an orphanage with you. We exchange the first beer on the Strassegg Pass with the hut owner. His “ham end eggs” (ham ends in an egg, original sound card) are modest, but he says goodbye to us with an accordion serenade. We leave the Alps and Austria behind and finally arrive in Hungary. With a border photo we prove that we have crossed the border, the next break brings us to Lake Balaton.
On day two we go on country roads to Petresti /Romania. The Romanian E 68 is a real chapter in itself, one truck after the other brings goods to us in Germany - and we return used clothes, pasta and chocolate to the countryto the orphanage Casa Christina. There, after a 14 hour drive and what feels like four hundred dogs run over, we meet Team 83 “D'Bäsawäga” from Blaubeuren on the roadside. We took relief supplies for the “Bäsawäga”, and a big hello comes at the gathering. We spend the night in the courtyard of the home, the next day seventy children wake us up, who quickly spread to our vehicles.
Now the rally has really started, arriving somewhere on time, no longer matters. The three S-TB 961, S-TB 962 and S-TB 963 pass the poorest Romanian villages on the third day. Donkey carts, cows grazing right by the roadside, people sitting in front of the houses: the world is still different here. Waving everywhere, footballs, cappies and canned beer change hands. From Romania it goes on to Bulgaria. Does this country even have residents? Lonely fields pass us by. Another night in the three S-TBs in the forest in nowhere.
Because we're too fast, we decide to go to the Black Sea on the fourth day. We land in Sinomorec via streets that don't deserve their name. We don't get to see the sea that day. Orestes and Nicoletta come running out of a house and take photos of themselves in front of our cars (Nicoletta will do this all night). We exchange our third beer, have to drink the first self-distilled beer, almost go blind in the process, and stay ...