Live for today

Comment on the hike "Scarlet Sails" 24.07-29.07 2011.

This hike in addition to beautiful views of the sea and adventure gave me a mood that is not so easy to buy, "live for today."

When you leave a week from civilization and forget about the things that the city seemed to be important to you, changing attitude. Breathing becomes easier and more pleasant to live ... First Day. Phrase of the day: "20 Minutes" (Steel nominal).

 As planned, the group gathered at the station Feodosia. Smiles on their faces, in anticipation of a memorable thoughts of the week. On the way to the bus station we walked in Feodosia. And here we are on the bus: 11 men and as many backpacks.

 Then the first climb - Mount Klementieva. The sun shone mercilessly, backpack, which seemed at the train station light, rubbing her shoulders. The first blisters on my feet made their presence felt. But the form that opened our eyes, was worth it.
 

 After hours of walking we left our instructor Eugene with a backpack and headed for the "Starfall Memories". From there, it was hard to leave. Not because we were tired and did not want to go, but because the landscape so fascinating that it was impossible to break away, breathe, memorize it in its entirety. Still, it was necessary to go further.

 And finally OH - Spring! With beautiful clean cold water. By the spring attached lunch, which were all very happy.
 

 Then we walked the n-th number of hours. I remember the only trail the Green, on which even the Old ladies walk away and Stary Krym. On both sides there was no time to watch, but during the walk can be very detailed examination of the heel in front of man. With some difficulty finding a place overnight, we are happy to arrange fatigue rushed tents. The fire, we are more familiar, but still closer acquainted had no strength, and all the spurs to bed.
 Day Two. "And this is today?"

 We woke up all around the same time. Eugene has prepared us well, very tasty breakfast (or is that in nature everything is delicious?) And we hit the road. On the road we met very well, gay uncle, who brought his grandchildren (there were countless) for a walk. He squeaked and squealed with joy, and he jokingly chased them with a switch. In general, a fun company.
 

 We went to the monastery of St.-Hach. Very interesting monastery, both inside and outside. As connoisseurs of spring water, we tasted the water from all three sources of the monastery and have determined the best. Lunch was held near our monastery Surb Stepanos, which was vaguely similar to a monastery. Having rested, we went to the mountain, Frank Moser. How we were going - I do not remember, but time passed quickly.
 

 On the mountain, Frank - Moser, our waited another duhozahvatyvayuschy landscape. While Joe and Ivan went to the spring, we studied the plan, with a laugh of our route, and it turned out that we were a little more than was necessary. Only on DAY! Not expecting such a prytkosti were all a little shocked. In the evening we waited for a delicious dinner and farewell to the accompaniment of sun ocarina Birt and several mugs of tea.
 
Third day. A very, very busy.

 Perhaps this day remember the most. It all started with an innocent walk in the woods to the village Krasnokamenka. On the road we saw the sights: Scythian boxes, two monuments to the guerrillas. We walked through the woods, that pleasing to the eye, body, and mosquitoes during the halt.
 

 We came to the temple at the foot of the mountain Sandyk-Kai. Leaving our backpacks in the "pantry" of the temple, we climbed to the top. Heavy lifting, and another spectacular view. But that was then ...

 And then came the descent, which for some people was a turning point (for us was two less) for someone to release adrenaline, but for someone just fun adventure. He was, to put it mildly, cool, very "slippery" and dusty. All went as they could, or rather to say, traveling. On the one hand amiably barbed wire hung from the other trees - Saviors (what would we do without them?). All in all, memorable.
 

 Later, we rushed to the village to the bus drive up to the lake. It, of course, was not in the plan, but unanimously voted "for", because after three days of adventure well so wanted to wash up!

 And at the bus stop was a store! Well here to stay? I immediately wanted ice \ vodichku \ brew \ chips ... get enough of civilization, we boarded the bus and drove off.

 Unfortunately, on the lake are often local residents, so the debris was everywhere. We are accustomed to the pure forest, a little embarrassed this, but what can you do. After a welcome bathing and washing all felt fine.
 

 Our happiness were supported by a delicious soup from canned fish and other goodies, such as tomatoes, cucumbers, watermelon and cake, which has treated us kindly friend Eugene. What a beautiful day with a wonderful conclusion!
Fourth day. Lazy.

 The weather was strange, I had to walk up the hill, but luckily we had Birt and her magic pshikalka refreshing (to draw water into the mouth and on pshikaesh lady who wants it).

 Everyone wanted to sea and we decided to go into the bay instead of a fox of the mountains. Landscapes fascinated by "sand" mountains in the distance and Karadag, and of course the sea. Already on the way down to "Liski" We started seeing extraordinary personality, because it is them, and famous.
 

  And here is the long awaited sea. There was nowhere to fall, and we went to the other end of the bay, and found a space, but with a bad sunset. After a refreshing swim in most of the group began stone disease. Personally, I dragged home a good handful of stones. That is not the stones, and stones, which are excellent in the water attract a different color, and when dry and not so beautiful.
 

 The sea is all exhaust and the only thing that we had enough to eat it and go listen to the hippies playing drums. Very appeasing. We slept on the beach in a row.
Fifth day. Day enthusiasm.

  We woke up at 5 am all: take a picture of the dawn. Eugene brewed coffee to us. And an hour later two enthusiast (Vanya and I) and, of course, Eugene moved for a morning walk on Echki Dag. The rest remained at sea to get a bronze tan.
 

 Do not feel sorry about this little trip. Two hours of climbing up and down two more on the pope (on the road collecting stones in his collection), but what memories. Eugene took us to the Green Grotto, which "very few people know," as evidenced by two tucked away a bottle of water.
 

 We returned to the heat, ate together and went to the village spa to get from there to Koktebel. "Only" 40 hryvnia dovezli us on the boat with "smart" tour, after which we have not learned anything new. But fortunately, our guide Eugene knew what to tell. After such a great civilization as Koktebel, for some reason wanted to go home, but as soon as sprats and eat bread, like a little life to normal.
 

 The going was quite lazy, but we mastered a couple of miles and reached a quiet bay. While we were circling above us paragliders, it was very cool to watch this picture. We settled on the beach, and Eugene went to look for water. We made a couple attempts to put the tea itself, but to no avail. The evening passed quickly. And now the morning.
Shestoy.Proschalny day.

 In the morning we ate cereal farewell, farewell, and drank tea. All found their plans and began to collect things. In memory of Birt gave away our original handmade bracelets. We took pictures somehow without a few people.
 

 At 11 o'clock one Eugene took us by car. This day was formed in all different ways. Personally, I went to the Museum of Aivazovsky in Feodosia and then together with Eugene reached to Sevastopol.
 

 I want to tell everyone thank you for this wonderful week! No wonder they say: "Poor people do not go camping." Huge spasibische our instructor, Eugene, who was preparing a very tasty, was always in good spirits and knew everything about everything, who listened to our needs and guided us in accordance with them.

 This was my first trip, and certainly not the last!

Inga Rozka, Sevastopol