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This year proved to be not simple for the Russian watertransport workers. Brothers Osipovy in earnest studied the continuation of kind and they finally riveted themselves to the family foci. Professor Slavnov was so worn out, shining in scientific centers of both hemispheres, that to the period assigned it proved to be capable of only lying at the village under the linden and shaking hand to derive/conclude its dear integrals. Dmitriy Viktorovich could not leave the shaking business, uncle Pasha was married, well and about the giddy rotations in the life of Stanislav Bronislavovich simply I am not decided here to speak.
As a result I remained entirely one and if we not suddenly appearing San Sanych Pletnikov (my friend from the sixth class), it would be necessary the second year contract to sit at home. San Sanych was not one - in it grew up young change, son Tioma.
Since San Sanych of 10 years did not sit in the boat, and Tioma even into the eyes it did not see, we selected Keret' as a river not complex and to me known.
Thus, two hit by the mole of Hero of Desert Horizons and ambitious youth they left for the way.Curious combination.Some it suggested about three musketeers, who left Portos in hotel Grand-Sant-Martin, by others - to the escape "with the horn". Lets see what will come out of that.
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About our adventures on the road in view of the prevailing tradition I will not tell. Although I could describe much.
To memorize!
1-st Sunday of August - day of railroad worker.
Yesterday's prayers made their matter:the rain, which flowed entire road, ceased. However, the information, which awaited us in Loukhi, cooled not worse than the rain: kayak did not arrive.
### your mother of!!!!!!!
More words I as yet do not have.
It was explained after prolonged dismantlings that (according to the workers of the luggage compartment) the boat go to the Murmansk city. Cursed professional holiday is guilty in everything. But I greatly do not believe in this.Imagination sketches the terrible pictures: my boat lies somewhere at Medgora and cries. But we have no choice. I rang to Moscow and asked Dmitriy Nikolayevich to control the motion of goods traffic, and we left hospitable Loukhi by car.
About 10 we unloaded on the shore of Keret, devoured and lay to rest. San Sanychem and me slept hours to two, and Tioma at this time shouting in the surrounding forests. Then Sanych began to assemble his boat. Thus far in it is obtained rather well. New Svir looks excellently. I am intend at the evening move to Loukhi to meet the train with kayak at (4:40 AM.
The group of tourists from Yugoslavl drove up toward the evening. I arrange with the coachman, that he will arrive at 4 and take me to Loukhi. Pletnikovs left for fishing on newly assembled boat.
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At long last we are togeather!
At 3:30 AM the coachman expelled me from the warm tent and we hurried to Loukhi. After insignificant formalities, the kayak found its master again.
Weather is pleasant: the sun and a little clouds. Temperature is 12 degrees.
When kayak and me come back to the camp (I drive with the same chauffeur, who carry us to Pista river two years ago), Pletnikovs still see their dreems (that was not surprise for me). The same time arrived the group of young Moscow boys and girls. They have catamaran and baydarkas (two seet folding kayaks). They began to make noise, while assembling their vessels.
I've try to sleep, but it fell badly: strongly I want to start to paddle. At 9:30 I wake up San Sanych, and he shake Tioma. We have a breakfast and began to prepare for a journey. At two we push all our things inside of the boats. This event greatly astonished us. Svir proved to be capacious boat, although it is shorter than the Taimen on the meter. But theres no place remains for the legs of the captain, and he sits in his place as on the stool, but for the first attempt this is outstanding result.
We put out in 14:30. By a tradition we cross Petriyarvi Lake against the contrary wind. Among the lake we overtook the group of young people who start erlier. After several weak rapids finally began one with the amusing name - Schelevoj (The Slit). Here Pletnikovy get stuck on the stones of first stage. Sanych was so frightened for the virgin cover of his boat, that he unloaded it after the rapid and made close inspection. Virginity was not lost. Besides we have lunch.
We passed Krivoy (crooked) rapid without the problems. On the lake Dolgoe the tailwind blew. Apparently our prayers to Varlam Keretskiy (Local saint, who helps sailors and travelers) gives the benefit.
At the end of the lake we found the camping place on the rock and set up a camp. Well, not bad for the first day.
In the evening San Sanych was attacked by diarrhea. Do we have sufficient supplys of toilet paper?
Slogan of the day:
Never apply to Varlaam Keretsky without alcohol!
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At night several times rain began, but it concluded rapidly.
I'm wake up at ten. We are not alone. Two small squirrels live here. They did not fear me and approached very near. However, when I take my camera this careful rodents they began to hide: they crossed to other side of trunk and then completely disappeared. When I put off camera, they instantly came out from their shelters and began to skip on the neighbor pine trees. They do not like intrusion into the privet life!
The sleep Of pletnikovykh was long - they came out from the tent only at 12. We have boiled rice on breakfasted and thought: and not to give to us San To sanychu leisure after yesterday's assault. However, thought about the trout, that waits on the rapids returned life to his perishable body, and we began to be gathered. Before the vestments into weetsuit San Sanych was abundantly fed by drugs.
We left at 15:15, after twenty minutes we passed Kerchug rapid and continue to pass on the lakes and long reaches of river. After three hours at the lake, which adjoins the highway, we overtook catamaran with the group of compatriots. They reported to us interesting information about fishing inspectors. Inspector already visited them in the lake Lower Lamba and arrested spinning and fishing rod, promising to return it in Chupa, after the payment of penalty of 200 rubles. Going in parallel we passed small rapids and finally approached my old familiar - Murash. To learn it is sufficiently difficult, it begins as weak stream, but I memorized enormous boulder on the left shore, with which the foregoing small rapids concludes.
Catamaran went without the scouting, but we came out to the right shore. The preliminary diagnosis finally was confirmed with the inspection: water is very low. Rock, which played fateful role in the fate of Stas's boat six years ago, proudly projected from the water and clearly visible. We did not begin to imitate Stas, we do not sing "upward you, comrades, all on the places, last anschluss begins". We did not ask: "What this there Bukash-Tarakash?", and subdued our prayed to our patron and passed the rapid clearly.
Our past stand on the left shore proved to be free, We landed and at long last HAVE LUNCH!!!.
Large group of tourists with the diverse collection of vessels was arranged on the contrary bank of the river. They proved to be by far from simple children: Thus far we set up a camp they behaved quietly, but as soon as they understood that we already will not disappear, they take the horn and start to blow. It is necessary to give credit to them - they do this abominably. It was far from Armstrong. It is interesting, when do they wake up?
We ate full by lunch food, no one wanted to eat supper. It is amazing. Tioma go to bed. San Sanych and me sat for a long time by the bonfire and discussed marches of Aleksander The Great.
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As we expect we was woke up by the horn, but not too early. Today we stay here. Weather is outstanding - clear sky, pleasant fresh breeze. And most important: apparently in this year Varlam Keretskiy bewitch not only timber-worms, but also gnats - practically there are not.
On the rest of events there was unexpectedly much, truth in essence they occurred not with us. One boy from the group of trumpeters visited us. He also kayaker and interested in my apparatus. On an naives question of San Sanych: "do you blow today?" he was confused and began to tell about the usefulness of horn in the march. Sanych wants to find out, as it is here possible to catch the fish: thus far we ate only little pike and not less little roach
Finaly, after robing in the weetsuit, the family of Pletnikov left for the rapid with all its tackle, after a certain time I followed them with the camera. When I returned to the camp familiar Moscow group flow out from Murash. They did not identify rapid and went without the scouting. Murash was calm today - it managed with only one overturn. Here was rather guilty of San Sanych: he threw its tackle in the key place and apparently sailor girl could not detach view away from his stately figure, stretched over by neoprene, and courageous face with the eternal cigaret in the angle of a mouth. The captain become nervous, boat flew on the rock and turn around. Both crew and the boat satisfactorily swam to the end of rapid.
Another people come through the rapid and it is also was not always successful.
Sanych was not lucky with the trout, then during the jaunt we pick a small heap of the mushrooms: the pair of outstanding boletus and russule. I've fry the mushrooms. This is my first experiment and community (and also their stomachs) accepted it favorably.
After the dinner I've sleep alittle, and Pletnikovs left downstream, this time after the pike. It finally to me tired to loaf, I robed for the armors and left for the rapid to improve my wretched technics. The pair of times passed the second step (on the empty boat this much more pleasant) and decide that it's enough for today.
Now almost nine in the evening, on the opposite shore tourists from Narva are prepared for the bath procedures. Weather is simply splendid, quiet and paradise. Only under the awning, among the heap of equipment, some rodent rustles. Probably, this that vileest creature, which gorged the roll of toilet paper at the past night.
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Rain woke us. We don't grumble, but unexpectedly briskly began to gather our things. Apparently the weather was surprised by this quickness, and when we pushed off already into entire heavenly body the sun.
You don't believe me of course, but nevertheless I will tell the time of our output: 11:40.
By the way, during the collections I make sly joke: I've place our reserve of canned meat into drybag with provision! San Sanych certainly noticed nothing, but my boat went better.
Generally, after standing too long on the rest, we thus melted, that only drops flew. With the almost complete calm passed Lake. Novoe (New). The sufficiently large company was formed on the dry: the group of the tourists of old hardening, grey-haired and without the aprons. They were collected to depart at the Keret station and greatly were surprised, why we do not want to follow their example. In the presence of competing moment we flew so far to the bridge as on the wings, after subdividing the first and second place in the personal test.
It is hot, I was dipped after bridge. After sawing through long swampy reach and after passing by sequential curve we they saw as on the left shore our old familiar they loaded its vessels. We again marveled to our early output and arose to lunch on by right coast.
After lunch we reached the Dolgy (long) rapid. I passed it immediately, water it is low, full of stones, but the current entirely weak.
Then San Sanych amused public, especially there was a lot of people on the rapid. Instead of passing by the current he derived boat on the edge of almost dry flat rock with height in half meter and it picturesquely arranged it there across the river. It seemed that the turnaround was inevitable. After the absence of rotten tomatoes the public prepared such quantity of resque ropes, that on them it was possible to hang the crew of more capacious vessel. However, Pletnikovs quietly came out from the boat, take it down from the rock, take their places and satisfactorily they pushed off. Moreover all this was made with this imperturbable form, as if precisely this version of the passage of the rapid entered into their plans.
Public applauded.
We arose somewhat lower than the basic discharge on the left shore. From the camp exactly pushed off our familiar catamaran. Departing, they complain that here is small amount of firewood. The left by them stack to us would be sufficient to the week. By the way about the firewood. Is completely incomprehensibly why we took two axes. Thus far to us completely those firewood are sufficient, which we can break by hands.
I felt that it's not enough for me and go back to the rapid. I've passed right channel, it already is smaller than the left and I've return to the traditional way. After exhausting the versions of the passage of rapid, I returned to the camp. Finally I turn around and for some reason did not arise.
Water warm, we take a swim. After this, to the enormous gladness of Tioma we approached the preparation of food. To be gathered cloud and far began to rattle at this time of steel. Hardly we eat, as a good roller collided on us. Unique solution in this situation it was come to sleep. Rain with the interruptions went entire night.
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In the morning heavenly body the sun blew fresh breeze. On the request San Sanych who wants to catch a trout, we arranged rest. And completely in vain. In entire day there it was not united bite, but the list of left spinners was supplemented. Furthermore, San Sanych entirely was disappointed in the old man Hemingway. It turned out that its prescriptions of catching the trout on the fly act not always. In reality it is not simply so easy to imitate ephemeron in the stage of sub-imago.
I a little went for a drive on the rapid, pick up mushrooms and berries, on the whole, nothing interesting occurred.
Perhaps that Tioma it was lost. I thought that he is fishing with the father, but when he returned it turned out that there is no son with him. We began to shout, but did not obtain response. We became agitated, gathered already to run after the horn, but it suddenly strike us: and not sleep who in the tent? Assumption was confirmed.
Several groups of tourists pass us, but flow ran low toward the evening. I decided to go to sleep earlier.
By the way about the dreams, San Sanych already have mental problems on the soil of fishing failures. Today he dreamed, that I arose at dawn and caught the entire bucket of tropical fishes. Here only in the sleep it did not ask me on that also as I caught, and in reality I could't help him.
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I want to begin originally, but it will not come out: entire night went rain and from the morning heavenly body the sun and fresh breeze blew.
Although for me the morning came somewhat earlier. My hydraulic alarm clock actuated in 6:00. I first was assembled to arrange by way of preventive maintenance reveille for its soldiers, but then, as this most frequently is, humanism overpowered duty and I've sleep another pair of hours. Then finally I awoke, prepared breakfast and raise my command.
San Sanych gladdened us by the new dream: this time he and Fredy Mercury together climbed upward on some chimney. With this Fredy sang "We are the champions!" The fact that chimney in this context indicates phallic symbol, don't surmised even Tioma. Here moreover Fredy we attempted to understand for long, but in vain. However, this riddle was permitted even to the evening.
We pushed off at 12:00 (again indeed me they will not believe) and without the adventures we reached Varaksky most dificult rapid on the river. Water is low, we came out of the boats to the stones. Honestly speaking, I've worried about San Sanych. Simultaneously with us the rapidwent Yaroslavl catamaran group. I give camera to their young fellow and with a prayer pushed off.
My mate decided for the beginning to sit on the stones of entry step, and I waited him, dangling on the catches. Finally wake system was restored and I moved out on the discharge. In this water it represented nothing complex, it was necessary only to fall. Having immediately arisen in the catch, I began with the impatience to expect my friends. Agitations my proved to be useless - San Sanych at long last recalled everything that earlier he knew. Glory to God!
Contented, we without hurrying reached Varakskoe lake. From the high island the representative of the group of boys and girls hailed us. In them everything was so not cheerfully - three turnarounds on Varaksky rapid plus broken baydarka. Occurs and into this water the rapid can be dangerous. And indeed like not complete beginers, apparently do not know how to start. However they don't lose their spirit. We wished to them success and paddle further on the lake.
After passing Kareshka rapid we met the group of trumpeters and approached Krasnobystry rapid. I've glanced at it from the water and jumped without the scouting. I think that with a scouting it would be entirely boringly. Rapid is changed - the first hole weakened, and in the second stage instead of the waves stones came out. Sanych looked over the rapid and passed without the problems. His sailor worked simply irreproachably. I gave the signals from the shore and, which the most surprising, successfuly. It is shorter, everything succeeded during this day! There we finally understood, why Fredy sang "We are the champions".
And further success continued to accompany us. We stop to lunch soon after the rapid. At first the place for us greatly was not pleased. But, accomplishing the necessary jaunts, we pick whole bunch of splendid edible boletus. It became immediately clear that this sign and to go further one ought not. Moreover the place for us pleased itself more and are more - small, not trampled, not zasrannoye also on the island. Furthermore, surrounding ducts beckoned by fish prospects. Only fear caused local gnats, but San Sanych of voskuril incense, and they were bored/squandered.
We polished the entire bucket of fungi, Tioma attempted to sleep, but it was extracted from the tent, and Pletnikovs departed in their matters. As a result the catch was not gigantic, but it was! They catch a pike and several perches.
I've fry the mushrooms and we glut ourselves. We decided to leave fish to the morning. After sitting in the bonfire, we left to sleep.
Song of the day:
We are the champions!
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We don't need to hurry; therefore I decided to release everything to the drift, as a result we came out from the tent only at 11:30. All, of course, was interested, which dreamed to our prophetic San Sanych this time. He said that they gave erotic, but he concealed details. Furthermore, in another series I mined sea coast with the grenades on the stretchings.
Experiment continued - I in no way stimulated collections, although sometimes, I acknowledge, me it was desirable to kick my frozen comrades by neoprene boot. Sanych fryed the fish, which we ate with the pleasure. About four we sat into the boats. And it was carried!
It was clear that to the bridge to look something, I was fish- pilot for the shark -Svir. Despite the fact that I sought out ideal trajectories, San Sanych very often sat on the stones. Its only low water level excuses.
Periodically we passed familiar and unknown groups.
We approached The Kolupaevky rapid. It was necessary to stop in order to bring organism into order, and on the approach us expected the enormous crowd of spectators, in essence young people. I carried out several evolutions in the streem and tore away applause. Girls threw into the air their caps and other parts of the clothing and shouted, that I'm like a God. Unfortunately we have to go further.
In the low water Kolupayevskiy from the merry rapid with the waves and holes was converted into poorly expressed bar, but we overcame it.
Next to the old wooden bridge they built new, ferroconcrete. We rocked on the waves under it and entered into the unknown for me waters or Atsua Of inchognita. To now rely it was possible only on pilotage, and it brought us, having finally affirmed me in the thought, that it is necessary to write its. Krivoj rapid arose unexpectedly, without two promised bars. We could be moored, but, after glancing from the water decided to go. The solution was correct - to look there was there something, although holes were not bad. Second stage generally usual low water.
Here the question came up before us: to remain last day on the river or to go straight to the sea. After short conference it was explained that there is no question - everyone wants new impressions and do not want once more set up a camp. We were fixed forward. But soon to me greatly it was wanted to eat, and we adhered to the last lunch on the river. Stand was apparently frequently attended by local people. In the last arrival they devastated 15 bottles of vodka "Kivach", which, as instantly it calculated Tioma, composes 7.2 liters or 120 wineglasses.
After lunch, we paddle to the Morskoy (sea) rapid, where The Pletnikov expected the terrible shock: river is partitioned by net and entire fish, which they unsuccessfully attempted to catch on the river, is pounded before it.
We enclosed the net and gave a ride themselves on the rapid, as a result it was unanimously acknowledged merriest on the river. At sea inflow. After admiring to the native land of Varlam and take fresh water we buried to the island Sredny. These places for me are already familiar - here we passed at 1996 along the road from Sonriver. It was already dark, to what extent in these places it can be dark in summer. We went around island and left into Prjamaja straight. In the picturesque molded gulf it is faster subconsciously, than with the aid of vision we found place for a camp and at long last landed on the coast. There was already eleven. What a day!
We welded holiday supper thery fast. Its festivity consisted in the dual portion of canned meat. San Sanych and me sat long after the conversations till the morning.
Song of the day:
I am a Paddler!
(Malmsteen, Nikiforoff)
I am a Paddler in going out to war
And I've got death upon my mind
As I was leavin' oh yesterday
I've got no fear in my heart
*Chorus*
As the shores of Keret disappear
I paddle over the sea without fear
Plastic boats are charging through the waves
Just want to paddle away far away into the sea yeah
I am a drunkard my mind is set to drink
Life or death is on the line
I am a fisherman and you will taste my cod
I've got a spinning in my hand
*Chorus*
As the shores of Sredny disappear
I paddle over the sea without fear
Plastic boats are charging through the waves
Just want to paddle away far away into the sea yeah yeah
You are a teapot and it's such a shame
That you're a fool and you don't know
That in a moment I'll walk all over you
And by my paddle you will die
*Chorus*
As the shores of Borschovets disappear
I paddle over the sea without fear
Plastic boats are charging through the waves
Just want to paddle away far away into the sea yeah yeah
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there was in me the thought to go somewhere not far on the sea, but ass of San Sanych perfectly still adhered to the cliffs of island Sredny.
To describe The Great Idleness is in detail the matter senseless, but some episodes deserve reference.
When we walked to the biological station to learn about the departure into Chupa, it was explained that first on the island are Germans, and secondly recently arrived the steamship with the the load of vodka.
We were entered to the Friday voyage, returned to our inlet and they began to await guests. They built bonfire a little more for the bait. Hardly was opened midnight, guest went by door post. Population of biological station in general students - people cultural, nevertheless they are fom St. Petersburg, only very drunk, and therefore generous to the entertainment.
The solidest public settled in our bonfire, where it conducted the measured off conversations, falling first into the bonfire, then into the frying pan with the fungi, the young boys of mess around the Germans fier in ahundred meters from us.
However, apparently not some we learned about the arrival of important load. The lights of unknown vessel seemed at some moment because of the cape and the sounds of siren destroyed silence. Some clowns in the peak-caps approached on their steamship to the coast opposite the bonfire, settling as far as for them allowed, and yelled into megaphone something about the forbidden zone and required documents. People from the coast answering with swearing in two languages. Chip consisted in the fact that these cretins somewhere left boat and thay could not land on the coast. It was here and necessary them to be sent toward the following bonfire, where the history was repeated. They reached, also, us.
I left to the shore for the negotiations. Captain of the clowns of mutter into the megaphone something indistinct, apparently read my rights and required so that I should immediately come on board. However, water divided us, but to float me it was not desirable. Then it required boat. Boats in me near at hand for some reason it did not prove to be. I considered, that the negotiations visited into the blind alley, and return to the bonfire. However, the self-styled guardians of order thirsted to continue intercourse and they began to ply hither and thither along the coast. Our new familiar, Bonya, also for some reason greatly wanted to talk with them. He ran on the coast, he indicated where to adhere, gave advice, but for some reason in this case called the crew of steamship assholes. Finally uninvited guests understood that the landing was impossible, they incised complete forward and soon they were hidden behind the horizon. You, of course, did recall about the dream with the grenades?
The merriment meanwhile continued on the shore. Our participation in it was limited to the performance of the pair of compositions under the guitar. After this I obtained the invitation to take part in the cool St. Petersburg blues project. Unfortunately, because of the stressed theatrical graph it was necessary to refuse. Furthermore, we for long chatter with the young German student. Conversation was in essence about the computers, fuck them.
When toward the morning we returned to the tent and detected that Tioma is not one. In the middle our dwelling peacefully slept young boy in bandane. We would be more glad to see a girl, but since it was honored the customs of hospitality, we did not wake him, but simply fell into bed. When we awoke, young person disappeared. Tioma saw how he departed. Genuine consternation was written on his face.
In the following days the island took time out to the following steamship and no one appeared on our shore.
San Sanych finally learned, because of the councils of namesake, to catch a cod and together with the Tioma obtained it in industrial quantities.
By the way about council, many propose catch this tasty fish on fishing rod use as bait essence on name sand-worm. Moreover hunting on this sand-worm they describe with this enthusiasm, as if this occupation where more captivating than fishing. As a result San Sanych managed with usual spinner, although preliminarily forced Tioma to polish it with Colgate paste.
Furthermore we were again honored by the visit of steamship with the imaginary guardians of order. This time they have the boat, but this did not help them. As it is necessary to be turned with similar gentlemen described in the classical book "Three Men In A Boat", to which I send away curious readers. I want to ask the future travellers just one thing: if on you will collide the crew of steamship "Ohota", do not yield on the provocation, don't give them vodka. They not deserve it.
Blues of the day:
Chupa Blues.
Well, I wait at the seashore
Waitin' for that ship
Yeah, I sit at the White Sea shore
Waitin' for the fuckin' ship, yeah.
But she's overloaded with vodka
And I sing Chupa Blues.
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All surely already surmised, that so simply to end Great Iddleness not could. But it simply so did not end! Levitin (authority from the biological station) said that the steamship will go away at 8, but all local population assured, that the vessel never left into this early hour and earlier than ten it is possible not to come. We solved, that we approach about eight the moorage on our boats, but with the assembled things, then quietly let us be immersed. However, we did not consider one important thing: the Germans left on the steamship. Therefore, when into 8:07 we entered into harbor, the ship float to Chupa without us.
At first we start to complain, moreover in the very strong expressions. But sufficiently rapidly we realized, that this altogether only the testing, sent to us for the sins our and, after giving last products to the inhabitants of biological station, we following the steamship.
It became very soon clear that this any not testing and simply Varlam Keretskiy decided to arrange for us the present farewell with the White Sea, yes even simultaneously he helped to save 600 rubles. Conditions for rowing were ideal: complete calm and not the least ripple. Only on the traverse of settlement Chkalovsk (as everybody knows, populated by atheistic alcoholics) blew wind, but soon it calmed down.
Tourist paddle into the lip as a salmons to the spawning, everywhere on the smoothness of water loomed kayaks and catamarans. But they went in majority directly to Chupa, but we knew shorter way - in front lay old seacoast village Lower Polunga, where we through three and one-half of hour after the output. Our average speed on this passage curious can calculate they themselves.
In Polunga we rapidly found a van - loaf into which kayak after the brief persuasions of from the large diagonal. Remaining space we engaged and six additional tourists.
Now we are in Chupa! Here on the previous the authority communists and at the station does not have even the the little shop, and we cant purchase firm sweetness - Chupa-Chups. Furthermore, here there is no luggage compartment and we should reach Loukhi, that it does not comprise the large labor: in the evening there is an local train. Familiar people is gathered at the station, most of all to us are astonished people, which arrived on the steamship. Among them we see young person, who stay with us at night. For some reason he was confused.
We climbed up into the train with the aid of our familiar Muscovites - they overcame technical difficulties and they reached the target. Circle here is closed, 8 is more precise. We looked at Keret from the bridge, there was terrible thunderstorm.
Loukhi struck us by civilization, luster of shop windows, by computer in the cashbox and abundance of tourists. However, tickets to us were reached. We returned blue friend into the luggage. There we felt that somewhere far, but completely inevitably loomed Moscow.
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