Review from a German tourist

A German tourist wrote his review of a hike in the Carpathians in late summer 2008, of course, in German. You can read it in the original on German version of the site. But I didn’t have enough time for the great and mighty Russian translation - I translated the article by Promtom. It turned out terribly incomprehensible, so if you want puzzles, click “more details”.

Our group met shortly after 13:00 at the Ivano-Frankivs'k station. These were a total of 8 personalities (people): Wanderfеhrer Slava Shegar, Volkmar from Germany, Oksana and Svetlana from Kiev, Jelena and Lida with Tˆchterchen Olga from Moscow and respectively. St. Petersburg and schlieЯlich another student Jana from Donec'k. After the check and Erg‰nzung Ausrestung and Aufföllen her Mundvorr‰te things went by bus to Karpathen, where we covered quite a sp‰ten afternoon in D€rfchen Kvasy in TheiYa. Immediately something like a Revierfˆrster arrived and wanted an entrance fee for this Reserve. After a lively discussion, we agreed on 8 individuals (people) and 1 day. We grew (rose) then (then) until the first Night halt. With food it was like this: Fresh and cooked in the fire in the evening. This included tea and fresh porridge (Kascha) made from buckwheat or oatmeal, powdered milk and raisins, and in the evening rice or noodles with added canned fish or pork fat. At noon, bread with fatty bacon, fish pate, K‰se, ketchup, garlic cloves. Like Desert dates, cookies or Ukrainian gingerbread (Prjaniki).

In Fröhe, the shepherds gave horn signals and woke us up one by one if there were a lot of Köhe and sheep passing by. Wanderföhrer Slava received fire as always quickly during the passage. Before the Fröhstöck was prepared and everything was placed, it was at most 11 o'clock. Then things went further uphill, from the Mentschul alpine meadow from Holzhötten to Mount Petros (2,020m). On the way we were able to help him to numerous, magnificent blueberries getlich. A very cold wind was blowing at the summit. There stood gestötztes with a wooden beam the cross of Jesus made of metal along with the chapel, which was on the corner of the fire zerstˆrt. We grew up on a very steep zigzag road downhill. Did Glöck no one "Kolobok", what with the "somersault" еbersetzen kˆnnte. Unfortunately, if there were also the first blisters in the Fеяen, muscle pain, etc. In the depression in Fuya Petros we opened a night halt.

First we climbed up to the hˆchsten mountain of Ukraine, Hoverla (2,061m). The tourist trail there is much better marked with signs and many more people come across it, along with Ukrainians before all of Poland and Slovaken. Slava helped several abgek‰mpften women while wearing a heavy backpack. At the top there is a Ukrainian banner, a concrete lining with blowing cases filled with earth from all parts of the country, and a metal cross installed on the top of the mountain, which was founded by a Ukrainian emigrating from Mönchen. It was already a wonderful Gefеhl, on the hˆchsten mountain of Ukraine they stand, and other tourists also felt it. Oddly enough, if the wind was at the top it would be a few dozen meters further down. One can also see the old border markers 1920/23, on the side P fеr Poland, on the other side CS fеr carry Czechoslovakia. After the descent of Hoverla föhrte the road continues to the summit of Breskul past. Below Mount Poshushefs'ka we made a night halt. In the evening there was a lively discussion at the fire about Russian Literature and films.

On this day we put much l‰ngste distance (route) zuröck. Past in Mount Danzisch we landed irrtömlicherweise on the summit of Turkul (1933m). The Wanderföhrer ran too fast and was out of sight, so that the rest of the group missed the mark. This has some of the group rightfully ver‰rgert. With a loud call (glory) we were again and grew (rose) down to the lake (sea) Nesamofyute, where l‰ngere time became rested. The 2 horses that wanted for our lunch had to go st‰ndig with Knöppeln are driven out. A few courageous ones took a refreshing Bath in the lake. We had to open SchlieYalich again, since it was supposed to go on that day even before FuYa mountains Pipa Ivan go. Thus we moved for hours at the summits of Rebra, Hutyn Tomnatyk, Brebeneskul, Mentschul and eventually past Dzembronja. It was starting to get dark already and the search for a night halt was shaping up to be a desperate, somewhat chaotic action. With many insults, but also mutual assistance, we then ended up in one schˆnen place (square), where the tent was already standing and could finally rest. Communion was not cancelled, the pasta tasted especially good that day. What was unique and charmingly clear in these H€he was the sch€nen Sp‰tsommerwetter of the starry skies. In the foggy and lightly lit St‰dten such a view is not at all m€glich. If Jupiter stood in the constellation Schötze, Milchsträe stretched across the eber of their Heavenly dome, the summer triangle of the swan, the lyre, the eagle gröäte at the zenith and from time to time a meteorite flashed across the firmament.

On the sixth day we climbed up to Pip Ivan (2,028m), 2 women remained in the camp zuröck, since they willingly wanted a break. In this way we could run without Gep‰ck, which made things extremely easy. We stayed really long at the top, looked at the ruins of the observatory, looked around the mountains, in Söden schlieäen already rum‰nischen Carpathians in. We had to SchlieÆlich, however, again zuröck to the camp (warehouse) and after a short Descent began a snack in the nordˆstlicher direction to the valley. The road was difficult, sometimes steep and rocky, much like at Petros. Romantic Felstermchen and even a small waterfall s‰umten our way. We rested for half a day in a mountain meadow in the N‰he alpine meadow. The night was ungew€hnlich and störmisch warm. Yet it has none of its tents swollen from the road.

The morning gave a wunderschˆnen sunrise and soon we traveled further down the mountain to the village of Dcembronya, where we again arrived with civilization in Beröhrung. You could wash yourself on the river, buy something in the magazine (storage) and, above all, load Handies. The eponymous, capricious River Dcembronja seems to cause allj‰hrlich strong Sch‰den. saw zerst€rte concrete plinths Bröcken, applied B‰ume and strong stone deposits. Slava lifted a car for transporting small loads, which brought us about 12 km to a bus stop. This started a neck-and-neck crazy ride on a crushed stone track with meter-deep track gutters and cross gutters, where often only the vehicle had space. We nevertheless arrived unharmed and healthy in Il'ci. Slava drove in the opposite direction to the final stop and secured all these tickets, primarily because of Rucks‰cke. After shopping in village chests, a bus would ever arrive and they The trip would go zurеck after Ivano-Frankivs'k. Amazed by many wonderful experiences, but also a little sad if we said goodbye to each other and his (her) return home began.