Waiting for a miracle ...

About the campaign "Orient Express," June 5-10, 2011.

Who does not dare to go hiking, do not hesitate - go!

And it is not so important how old you are - 20 or 60. Get pleasure in any way. A huge number of new experiences, to overcome obstacles and constant happiness. And can it be that the campaign will raise your life to a new level, help to resolve some long-standing issues ...

And the group is not important. At the end of the journey are sure to become a family. Start

The idea to go to the march came unexpectedly. Taking a walk in the evening with the dog, my husband and I started talking about how to spend the holidays, which was scheduled a week later. There were no plans. Lying on the beach - did not want to go to an expensive trip - expensive. Thought: maybe Subject to any bank ... After 15 minutes, I was looking for something unusual for us. And 15 minutes later it was decided - in the campaign! Application for outdoorukraine, week fee (which was very easy, because the work has not been canceled ...), and that on Saturday morning tired, but full of hope, we go to the Crimea ...
Campaign

We, with our guide, Anton, seven. The names of the four begin with "A", that's the command: ASATAVA - Anton-Sofia-Artem-Tatiana-Armand-Vladimir-Andrew. Go on!


The first day started prosaically: slightly acquainted, we go on the bus, go ... Well pulls backpack shoulders a bit ... But while we - mattress makers. We still do not understand it, but soon realize ... Here Red Cave. That's interesting. While all as an excursion ...


And the rise of "alcoholics". It was our baptism of fire. Thanks Cyril for the fact that he built the route exactly. It's like the boiling point. All the powers given. No way back. All that we are no longer mattress makers and tourists. Here only we and the mountains.

Unaccustomed to go slowly. Arrive at the parking lot just to sunset. Tired. But the smell of stew with buckwheat collects all the food back strength.


Second day. Go even harder than yesterday. Backpack awful pulls shoulders ...

*** Move carefully to choose the backpack. And when in doubt as - better rent a Kirill, it will save you 30 percent power ...

But beauty is gradually drives away thoughts of aching shoulders. And when they saw the mushrooms, or even empty on Yayla them up. In the evening, a weather station, happy munching on pasta with mushrooms and canned meat. Sprinkle them taken out of the house of dried herbs, and Sonia has given us clove garlic ... Tale ...

The third day. Anton said he was the most difficult - the last 17 kilometers. I thought it was much easier than the last. Maybe it used to, and can, the impressions received on that day gave strength. It was very cool - see Solnechnogorskoye off a cliff ... And the parking lot - as in a fairy tale meadow, river, forest, spring, green mountains, the first clamp ...


*** Turns, ticks - is not that stashno, especially as experts for extricating - every second ...

All. The most difficult part is over. Such big hits no more. But beauty is waiting for us ...

The fourth day was really easy and fun. Parking - in the meadow with grass in human growth. And radial hike the canyon - just fine. You can run, jump, even crawl. Most importantly - easy-it is!

On the fifth day we went out to the sea. Managed to buy in the neighboring village young potatoes and bacon Ukrainian ... Ate and played until midnight in the mafia ...

Last day - Beauty: Blue, Blue Bay, Gates of Paradise ... But still with a touch of sadness - a couple of hours breaking up. And, most likely, forever ...

So ended our trip. A week later, I write these lines, the sadness was gone, and I'm very happy that it was such an adventure in my life ...

The most vivid impressions

Early morning on the plateau Corabi. Still very early. All asleep. The sun had just woke up. To the left of our camp two troughs. In one - a dark green grass in the other - silver. Sure, let them at once to see what was the matter. It turns out: the first depression - dew, and the second - the frost. The unexpectedness of breathtaking. Walk down to the cleft of silver grass. That's right, this is a beginning of the cave. Becomes creepy. I am alone, the camp is not visible, gently come back, something move in the grass ... no, better hurry up. And how wonderful to just sit down on a rock and watch beginning to unfold Crimean edelweiss around him begin to buzz bee ... Anthill lives ... Even so early - not seven, and around the already bustling. Here's our camp wakes up ... It is time to return to the tale of the people ...

On the same day for dinner we went up to the southern edge of the plateau Karabakh ... and saw the sea ... Somehow, no one was expecting. We all gasped. Want to look endlessly absorb this beauty. And the abyss circled three falcon. It seems that we, as we can, is just a step ... Thanks to Anton, he brought us back to earth - it's time to move on ...


First bath in the sea ... It so happened that on the fifth place overnight we arrived in two parts, and while Anton and Sonia went to meet the others, I was left with things. No one. Just me, the sea, the sun and the mountains ... Sea, hello! How I missed you! It is a pity that the swimsuit in another backpack ... Is coming to rest, I can only wet feet ... The decision was unexpected ... Bathing in a shirt and trousers - it can, and not aesthetically pleasing, but it is something so requested a shower! Everything fell into place: the sea mingled with the mountains, and I like a piece of this world ...
What became clear during the campaign (or councils "seasoned", ie me)

· To make it easier to climb the highest mountain, do not look up, estimating how much is still left. If by the end away - leaving the forces of fear, and if close - relax early. Better with the heavy lifting to look at his feet in front. Then it is easy.

· If you go up the hill with a heavy backpack, it is better to remove the maximum load to the chest, let's shoulders. Here the main thing that knocked the breath.

· What was the way of the rucksack load (from this, which I doubt: take - do not take): warm clothes for sleeping (sweater, warm tights and socks), and - an extra package of condensed milk - it was very useful: On the fourth day we gladly ate it.

· What was more than 4 pack wipes. Not worth it to drag myself. Care is provided in parking lots, and in the way the rule: in the campaign all sterile

Words of thanks

May seem ridiculous or out of place, but I really want to write it ...

Thank you!
Cyril! For the idea of ​​organizing such campaigns! For the perfect selection of staff for such a cool conductor - Anton!
Anton! Yes, Anton, you're not only awesome sociable, not only considerate and patient, not just all-knowing guide wire, not just the teacher and the "father", but also a good and real!
Sophia! For the fact that you were our energizer, always in front, was not given a moment to relax ...
Artem! In a very interesting and instructive stories in the evenings by the fire, for your mystery ...
Armand! For that you have proved that Muscovite - is not necessarily a snob. For your serious approach to life!
Andrei! For that you have proved that even in the city there are crazy people Naikrepchayshaya nervous system ... And also for the fact that you're the best host of "Mafia!"
I Vovka! For the fact that you were there ... Because in the morning quietly shifting the burden of my pack into your ... For that did not allow me to climb on the rocks too dangerous!
Mountains! For that let us breathe in the clear air and gave us a bit of luck ...
The sun! For that amused us, and sometimes spared and hid behind the clouds ...
WAIT! For that spoiled us, not fried, not frozen, and the warm breeze blew over ...
SEA! For the strength that you gave us, for your beauty ...

After the hike

Of course, being summer in the Crimea and prochuvtvovat sea - for me it would be illogical. And there was a problem ... They do not want after the mountains, the air, the nature of the servants' quarters to see the fuss ... Yes, then, in a week - this will be the norm, but as soon as the mountains - almost unbearable ...

We are looking for where to stay the same ... Gurzuf ... no. Alupka ... Yes, good, but not that ... And then turned to Balaclava (thanks to Anton for the tip!) Base Batiliman. Finally found it! Yes, the silence of the mountains, detached houses, clean and ... Sea. Azure, blue, blue, green. It was different. Let the temperature - only 9 degrees. It's even interesting. Another adventure ...

PS Will the sequel, will there still such an adventure? In fact, Anton told me that even a very interesting route "Water and Stones" ... and another "Lost" ... and another "mountain towns" ... and more ...