The Lost World. Diary of a tourist

Written by Дмитрий Козицкий The story of the expedition to the Crimea for holidays in May 2012. Route "Lost World"
The days stretch in the big city is very long and tedious. Weekend waiting impatiently, especially if you are already planned something interesting and exciting. After a short time since our separation from the group. As soon as some make out his photo collection, I decided to write a small and modest report, about how we conquered the Crimea. Do not judge me harshly, because my profession is connected not with the literary work. Take this opportunity to express my gratitude to Kirill Yasko as the organizer of this great company, and of course our guide, and just plain fun guy Sergey Ryazanov. And as our gay and restless group.
How it all began ...

This idea was born long before the campaign, which is about three months. Prior to the Crimea and I conquered my favorite half of the Carpathians. However it happened in a "mattress" version. In day-trips, having carefully studied the route, we went alone. Here, at the beginning of spring we are pretty tired of the big city and Tanya, my favorite half and an endless generator of ideas, decided to diversify our holiday. She did not even remember how to find this wonderful site and truthful, I was beginning to fall asleep with his ideas about the campaign during the May weekend. The options were many, but we decided to stop on the route "The Lost World." Booking tickets to both sides we just have to wait. Time dragged on, the moment we are as close as could ....
Place and time of the meeting can not be changed ...

After 14 hours of travel on the train we are finally in Simferopol. The place of our meeting with a group, we found legko.Beglo acquainted with our guide and members of our group, we received a part of our cargo in the form of several cans of corned beef, biscuits and chocolates. Next we had to go to stop minibuses. Without much difficulty, probably affected our experience of the conductor on one side and love to tour the four wheeled transport driver on the other hand, we have 5 minutes to be seated in the bus. Path to the Angarsk pass, where we will start your hike, passed quickly. And here we are at perevale.Nam took 10-15 minutes to check their equipment. All waiting for the command GO.
Things are moving, or the first test ...

And so, our instructor gave us a friendly team and a string went forward to meet adventures. We have no idea what difficulties await us ahead. I'll tell you that we need to climb about 300 meters long and grueling hours recovery. I'm pretty sure that every one of us who are not familiar with the mountain tourism in the shower cursing the day when he agreed to fit into this adventure. However, breaking a few miles away, in front of us opened the indescribable beauty of His Majesty the Crimea. It is indescribable, because the beauty pass through a photo of how you were not a pro in this case is impossible. It was the first gift to us during this difficult ascent.
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  We climbed Mount Kush-Kaya. Having admired the view from the mountain and making a few dozen photos, we continued to move. At this time we were reassured that the next such protracted boom will not be along the route. Our next goal is Kokiya-Kai, a mountain which once housed a military base. We had to go not long. Not having to move away from first impressions, Sergei said the magic word halt. We are on the old basis. All scattered on a small plateau.
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Here we admire the clouds, which were below us and the boundless clear sea. At some point, the impression that the clouds can touch it. Personally, I've never been so close to not see them. We were like birds that soar above the clouds and look out for their dobychu.No going down to the ground, we went on. Its way, we measured not in meters, kilometers, and time. Until the next halt, the last on this day, we need to overcome the 30-40 minutes.
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There we waited for the healing power of water, I misspoke ... because compared with the city water, it is really healing. Next to him we have set up camp where we will hold the first of two nights. Work was found for anyone who is preparing sandwiches who collect firewood, and who begins to break down their tents, in parallel helping kollegam.Vse so tired that we seemed to sandwich the royal food, and we have not even thought of that we hvatit.No as they say, the appetite comes with eating.
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The first day steadily nearing completion. It was dark, the fire crackling coals slowly and we all took their places, according to the purchased ticket, around the campfire. And so, it's time to get acquainted. Each of us all told briefly how and what he does in life, why is he here and what he expects from the campaign. After the last spoke of himself, Sergei announced that supper time. Perhaps an hour had passed since the destruction of sandwiches and that you had no doubt the male half of our team, naturally supported this initiative. The rest of that supposedly did not want to eat, the smell of porridge with stewed meat is gradually joined the feast.
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Kirill is a rule of thumb, in a campaign not an ounce of alcohol in any hand. And what about the tourists in the evening around the campfire ... pravilno.Nachinaem remember all sorts of games. And we were not the exception. That night we played in (showing off) Guess the word. This is when the opponents thinks of the word, and the player the other team to show gestures of the word. Fooling around as they could. Like schoolboys who escaped from school and who do not know how to kill time. Welcome party came to an end, and we all began to diverge in their tents.
The second day, or the taste of the sea ...

Under the cheerful singing of birds, which are some of our team members are not allowed to sleep, at 8 o'clock all have woken up and slowly began to cook zavtrak.Ya more than confident that many of us in the morning for breakfast sandwiches cost, and sometimes none at all, at best, tea or coffee. We were all different. From hot soup a la soup nobody otkazalsya.Ved obtain the necessary amount of energy can only be liquid and hot food.
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  The plan for the second day was no less difficult, except for the fact that we had spuskatsya.Vy probably think that's so complicated. After all, easier than the climb down. Did you try it yourself, with a backpack on his shoulders, and I look the part. I assure you, and the ascent and descent of their difficult task. Sergei's warnings proved to be true, because we had around 550 meters high to come down to moryu.Na our way to the sea meets the spring where we refueled the eyeballs water, because in the camp where we were going to get to sleep otsutstvovat.My water could have simply decided to play it safe. At this point I noticed that we have descended below the clouds, and thus the sea with each step getting closer and went down to the beach blizhe.My Fig.
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By the time we went around three hours, but we are tired of this hvatilo.Vse not less than the first day. Finally we found a suitable place for our camp and started all together for the usual work for us. At this point, compared with the previous nights the place is very lively. After all, there are going to relax a savage lot of tourists. Not uncommon, but rather pattern seen on the beach, forest rangers, who keep order and be sure to come to you to take with each charge for parking. Do not worry them, they are harmless and do their job. As soon as the camp was broken, all together down to the sea, to taste what it was vesnoy.Voda clean and very crisp. We cruised the shore boats of local fishermen and part-time water taksistov.Sergey agreed on the following day that they have taken to the Balaklava, thus we have saved a few hours to stroll through the port.
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  Day was coming to an end and we again settled down near the fire. Someone told me their stories, some pictures of the sunset. Beauty of Crimea unique. It does not compare with anything. But we can not say that the beautiful Crimea, for example, than in the Carpathians. Everywhere in their beautifully. And as the song says: .. better than the mountains, can only be a mountain.
Day Three, the final ...

  When all items have been collected, we went to the beach, waiting for his transport, which have approximately 30 minutes will take to Balaklava. When he left the boat we mentally said goodbye to the mountains but promised to return again and again. But only the Dolphins, who accompanied us the whole way, did not want to go. We were both pleased and sad at heart, because we are in such a short period of time were able to make friends. We've even started to plan where we would like to have with hiking. After a brief tour of the port, we parted, each to his lair.

On it I finish my story. Thank you for your attention and for taking a little time.
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P.S. Very well, we started a campaign to kontsa.Ved swim in the sea on the 2nd day of the hike is the best gift for the whole group, and the rise of the mountains on the first day, just walking compared to if we were lifted up from the Fig beach, but .. everything is known in sravnenii.Mozhet be worth thinking about how to finally legalize this order of the route (from Balaclava to the Balaklava) ...