Finland, Turku, Moomins.
Snufkin was extremely calm and knew a lot, but he never showed it off. Only occasionally did he talk about his travels, and then his interlocutor felt a sense of pride, as if he himself had made them in secret, together with Snufkin.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 0. Moscow. Story starts.
These rivers and roads are amazing, Sniff thought. “You look at how they strive past you, and your heart becomes so anxious, so vague. Irresistibly pulling to foreign lands, pulling to go after - to see where they end...
Leningradsky railway station, branded train Leo Tolstoy. All in all, boarding the train was as normal as any other train boarding. We arrived, registered with the accompanying group, we are waiting. Our group is a total kindergarten : ) Adults with children. However, this is the Moomins and family vacation! : ) Here a young man is walking along the platform and looking for someone who could hand over the papers in Lahti to his mother. Well, it's not difficult for me - I take it. Let's go! The train is brand new, beautiful. Nice ride, great driver. Children begin to rush around the car, get to know each other, look at who has what toys in tablets. Let's go.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 1. Helsinki-Naantali. Take a bath and drink a cup of coffee.
And for breakfast there were pancakes, golden pancakes with raspberry jam.
The morning started with customs. In this respect, Finland is much more convenient than, say, Ukraine. There you go through customs at 2 and 5 at night, and it completely and completely unsettles you. Here, customs on the way "there" passes at 8 and 10 am, customs on the way "back" - at 8 and 10 pm, respectively. Very comfortable and comfortable. At 11 we arrived in Lahti, where in two minutes of parking I had to find an unfamiliar woman and give her the documents. It's not trivial, but it worked out. And in exchange, I was treated to a huge Finnish pie. What a surprise, what a surprise! Fine! Just in time for breakfast!
We reached Helsinki without incident. Rather, with the incident, but I realized this much later. Transferred to the tourist bus, sleep. We arrive at the Naantali Spa Hotel. In general, Naantali is a tiny town, about fifteen thousand people. It has been known for its views and waters since ancient times. Such is the northern resort. Warmth from the Gulf Stream flies, so it's quite comfortable. Naantali Spa occupies almost a block, apparently, one of the important centers of the city) Although it is out of the way. Well, as on the outskirts... 15 minutes walk to the center. Everything is small there) The hotel is chic-brilliance-beauty, five stars, to be sure. But most of all I liked the "balcony" - the large roof of the lower floor was converted into a huge terrace, so that when you leave the door of the room you immediately find yourself on a walking area overlooking the lake.
We get used to it, lay out things, go to the briefing. The briefing "about the coming week" is held in the adjoining building of the hotel, which has been converted from a cruise ship. Impression... Strange) sort of like corridors, halls, a conference room... Everything is as always. But look from the side - wow! Ship!
At the briefing, we are very carefully told about what lies ahead for us in the next week, we are handed maps of Naantali and Turku, booklets and leaflets about everything that is possible. Of course, I didn’t open the booklets) but I really took advantage of the cards.
In the end, the information is simply not perceived anymore, I sit, gloomily waiting for the finale, I want to eat. The child pulls the hand "daddy, I want to eat! " and finally we go to dinner. Delicious! There is a lot of everything, I want everything, the day was long. Goal number one is not to burst. But it's very, very difficult. Salads, fish, meat, hot... for every taste. From what I have not tried before - Finnish open pies.
It's almost like summer. thought the touched Moomintroll. You fight the waves and then you turn and let yourself be thrown right into the surf and you float like a cork in a bottle; hundreds of small rainbows play in the sea foam, and you, a little frightened, laughing, moor to the deserted shore
Satisfied and satisfied, we decide to check out the pool. No wonder the spa is here! There are no children's bathrobes in the room, but you can rent them at the reception of the sauna and pool area. Fine. We take! Swimming pool…. Wow. A huge central pool, a built-in small area with hot water, another pool where you can swim right out into the street, two more pools... Everywhere in the pools there are buttons for turning on the “Jacuzzi mode”... Saunas, saunas, saunas. For those who wish - a bar. Let's get high in full.
Tasya has seized herself - she jumps, dives, dangles back and forth across the entire water area, like a small boat. If the pool worked around the clock - I think that the child would demand to live there) and so they went swimming in the morning and in the evening. Well-fed and overwhelmed - the stress of traveling and settling in completely disappears. Relax. The final chord - let's go check the children's room. Huge! Mountains of toys, paper and pencils, for older children - game consoles. There are air hockey and some other slot machine, but they are for coins. We play to our heart's content and crawl away to sleep, because it's already ten.
“The raft was ripped off and carried away, ” he said plaintively. The coffee pot has gone to the underworld! How are we now without coffee?
“We almost went to the underworld ourselves, ” Snufkin replied cheerfully. “The coffee pot is there, the coffee pot is here—it’s not that important, I guess, when you’re looking for comets.
And this is where I discover my incident. I managed to forget my travel makeup bag on the train. Do not brush your teeth, do not change contact lenses, do not shave... Hygienic disaster! Aaaah, panic!! ! I call the guide, ask to contact the station, promises to call in the morning, maybe they will find it. I decided that the only way out for me was to take it as an adventure. And now he's definitely gone to sleep.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 2. Moomin-dol.
Breakfast is like dinner, only breakfast : ) There are no hot dishes (meat fish), but branded pastries, coffee and omelettes, sausages and oatmeal are added. In general - crawl away. We eat all day. The child, however, refuses - they say, I do not want, I'm full... Yeah, yeah.
“Oh-oh! ” Sniff whispered. - And it's all yours?
"Mine while I'm here, " Snufkin replied casually. “I own everything I see, everything I think about. I own the whole world!
The first point of the program for today is the summer residence of the Finnish President. He comes here periodically. On such days, a flag is seen on the main tower, which is visible from all over the city. But on this day, the president was absent, so we walked around the park quite calmly. Nice park, small but very well maintained. Birds walk and fly, bushes are trimmed, flowers are everywhere... The guide tells something about the sights, but we are bored standing still! So we run ahead along the path. Flower beds - benches - bushes - gazebos - statues - again flower beds...
At some point, I still find myself next to the guide. She broadcasts about the fact that this area in the park is called "Finnish Park". - You see, here are white and blue flowers, like the colors of the Finnish flag....I see a little further red flowers - I ask: - How so? after all, this is already our tricolor is obtained? The guide does not understand at first, then he is embarrassed, but claims that this is no longer this area of the park, but the next one - a rose garden with roses! And he's on his own, don't be here!
A small lyrical digression. In general, Finns are funny. The fact that they were part of Sweden for five hundred years is well remembered. And they seem to be very proud of it. Until now, Swedish is the second official language, texts are in Finnish and Swedish everywhere... Even in the Turku Cathedral there are two piles of prayer books - in Finnish and Swedish. At the same time, the share of “Finnish Swedes” is only about 5% (290 thousand for 5.7 million people). But respect! But the fact that they were part of the Russian crown for more than a century (until 1917 inclusive) is not remembered. Such is the cunning dialectic.
Then we go to the embankment. You can’t enter the estate building, you can’t go off the path, there are signs everywhere, hidden cameras and in general. But you can understand, after all, the presidential residence. Security! In general, we go out to the embankment, look at the sea bay, at some island and go back through the park. Dry residue? The park is cute) And, probably, it calms you down well if you slowly wander along the cleanly cleaned paths there. Meanwhile, the child, quite expectedly, begins to whine "daddy, I'm hungry. " And there is no food. I haven’t had time to visit the store yet, I didn’t grab anything from breakfast. Oops. Then I always took snacks with me on trips - cucumbers, apples, peas (yes, they sell them there! ) And the problem was somehow solved. But here is the first day - oops.
They came to a small valley. It was very beautiful there. And in the middle of the valley stood a blue house that looked like a tiled stove.
— Look! Yes, this is my house! cried Moominpappa, beside himself with joy. “He sailed here on the water, and here he is - standing in front of us! ”
“Hurrah! ” shouted Sniff, and they all ran towards the house. Sniff immediately climbed onto the roof, and there a new joy awaited him. Right on the pipe hung a necklace of large natural pearls brought there by the flood.
We are rich now! shouted Sniff. “Now we can buy ourselves a car and a house that will be even bigger than this one.
“We don’t need another house, ” said Moominmamma. - This house is the most beautiful, and we do not need another. She took Moomintroll by the paw and entered with him into the blue room. There, in the valley, the Moomin trolls lived all their lives, only briefly leaving and making a couple of trips for a change.
Hooray! We waited! We're going to the Moomin trolls. We arrived at Moomin Parking - to be honest, just a stop, just in the center. We stomp along the embankment for a long time, then cross some strange pontoon bridge to the island. The one we just saw from the residence. The island is completely overgrown with forest. To be honest, I was expecting something like Disneyland, so I'm a little tense. How is the forest? what does forest mean? But what about rides, squeaks, merry-go-rounds, fairy-tale characters and cotton candy? Something's not right here. . . We're coming. . . It's all right. It's just not Disneyland at all. At all. It's Moomindol! Right at the entrance of the child must be marked. Stick a special sticker and write the name, age, who looks after and phone number. Well, you never know, the child will be lost. A very good idea, in my opinion. Done. Let's go. The island is really overgrown with forest. Paths are laid along it, you walk and wander, you stumble upon various buildings and structures. The structure of the park is very simple once you realize it. There is a central large alley. There is a theater, restaurants, shops... and it leads to Moomin-house. Where, of course, you need to go and see everything there) Everything is like in books, the creators of the park tried very hard! And there are two side "trajectories" that go through the mountains-hills-forests. Each of them has its own different activities and locations. It is important to find the “entry point” — they are not very trivial : ) First we went to eat at the Moominmama cafe, then we went to see the story about the kidnapping of the pumpkin, saw the Moominhouse itself and got acquainted with the Moomintrolls.
And then - went on a trip around the world! We started along the right path (where there are witches, a labyrinth and morra and a mountain waterfall with a suspension bridge... ), at the end of the island we switched to the left one.
We waved our paws at Edward Dodo near the Moomin bath, went to Moominpappa's ship and rode the slide. Then they went to Sniff's workshop and drew a postcard for mom. Then they lay down properly in hammocks... yes. in hammocks. can you imagine? this is the park : )
We looked into Snufkin's tent - and returned back to the starting point. Then we ate again and again went to the Moomin-house. Fairy-tale characters roam the island and mini-shows are held periodically. Therefore, it is important to get to the right places on time - the show lasts 15 minutes, no more. But, since the list of all the shows is on the booklet, which is given at the entrance, you can control the situation and come correctly. We've seen The Pumpkin Kidnapping, The Witch and Potions, The Fillyjonk's Birthday, and the Musical at the Theatre. Singing sea songs on Moominpappa's ship, fairy tales in Snufkin's camp and something else - alas, did not work out. All mini-shows are very warm and homely. Dynamics and special effects? Nope, haven't heard. The musical - it's clear there, the theater, the sound was serious. But the same fabulous life-size puppets play.
At Fillyjonk's Birthday - live guitar and songs in chorus. By the way, although they sing everywhere in Finnish (of course) - everything is clear in the plot : )
By the end of the day, we in full breathed in the sea and forest air. Worked up. Hug with the Moomin trolls. Lollipops are full. Flushed. It took about five hours (including breaks for food) - and led to total Moomintroll enslavement. Very, very cool and emotionally charged.
You have to go random. To tell you the truth, I never believed in compasses. For those who feel the right way, they only hinder.
After Mumidol there was another tour of the historical part of Naantali, but we did not go. We were very tired, and in general - we had to get toothbrushes. Therefore, we stomped on foot through the whole city back - to go wherever our eyes look. Or rather, where Google-maps showed the presence of a supermarket. A notable sight along the way was an ice cream parlor that allowed pets but not camels. And a platform with cheerfully dancing pensioners. On this day, Naantali celebrated City Day and therefore everything was very elegant.
Found as many as two supermarkets on the same square. There were a bunch of slot machines in the supermarket. And the machines are not idle, pensioners in the field cheerfully threw coins there. After we sawed the little ones to the root, to find this in a cultured country was... Strange. Oh well, their country, they live. In any case, the supermarket was found and we were saved. A hygiene disaster has been averted. They also took pasta with Baby Myu. Well, what about without Moomin characters then! It's impossible! : ) At the same time, we collected yoghurts, fruits, cookies - so that we had something to eat on the road. In the evening, traditionally - a pool and a game room. That guaranteed everyone a sound, sound sleep.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 3. Turku. Knight's castle.
Oh, what happiness to be a Moomin troll, just awakened from sleep and dancing in mirror-green waves while the sun rises!
The saddest thing was parting with the pool. Therefore, we went early in the morning and swam - at the same time it solved the problem with appetite at breakfast. The child burst so that it crackled behind the ears : ) Let's go to Turku. It's a short drive, just an hour. At the same time, you pass two or three smaller towns - the buildings are low, dispersed and it turns out that they pass one into another. We left, found that they had forgotten their favorite pony toy in the hotel, which they carried with them everywhere. Roar, panic, we must save the ponies! I call the guide, I explain that we are lost again, I ask for help. In Turku, at first there was a sightseeing tour by bus. I don't like these. They drive and drive, you can’t really see anything from the window, but you can’t get out, look. Wrong format. Plus, it is completely incomprehensible what is where and how to get there when you want. But we looked. We went to Turku Cathedral. Big, beautiful, old.
Turku is the oldest city in Finland, so the cathedral was built long and seriously. The bell tower is under a hundred meters and, they say, tourists are even sometimes allowed in there. From a completely non-standard - ship models hang. They say that these are mini-copies of real ships and they were placed here for happiness and sea luck. So that the ship succeeds in the campaign and returns home whole. Interesting custom, I've never seen anything like it.
And in general, who should I become: an adventurer or a celebrity? Finally, after some thought, I decided to become a famous adventurer.
Arrived at Turku Castle. Again, the castle is very old. It has been standing here since shaggy times, it was rebuilt many times, completed, upgraded... From the outside, the impression is clean, but simple. Castles in Belarus, for my taste, in some places will be even more convincing.
But inside Turku Castle there is quite a lot to see. They offered a choice of two formats "children's" tour and "adult". We, of course, on the nursery. All the children were given crusading capes and promised that if they could pass all the tests and reveal all the secrets of Turku Castle, they would be knighted! Hooray! Mine is like this - I don't want to be a knight, I want a princess!! ! That is OK. I went to look for secrets together with everyone) We walk and wander, we look where everything is, we listen to our guide, who has transformed into a medieval buffoon. The kids run happily and squealing, looking for secrets. Horseshoe, sword, gold! We listen to stories, wander along the narrow corridors.
At the end we come to the main hall to the queen. A solemn ceremony takes place, all the children are slapped on the shoulder with a sword and declared knights. Then there is the opportunity to change into costumes and take pictures - which, of course, we immediately happily took advantage of. Hooray! Here is the Princess!
In general, yes, I liked it. And the style of the excursion was just such as to captivate the kids. We met a group of "adults" already at the exit, they were told something different, but also, as I understand it, interesting. At the exit we met the guide and she handed us an envelope with a pony. Hooray! The rescue of Private Pony was a success!
The muskrat reached the grotto, quite pleased with himself. He spread a blanket on the sandy floor, sat down on it and gave himself over to reflection. He pondered in this way for almost two hours. Everything in the grotto was quiet and peaceful; a soft ray of sunlight broke through the leafy roof of the grotto, softly illuminating the muskrat shelter. When the sunbeam shifted, the Muskrat followed it.
Phew. finished with excursions - now to the base. We check into the Sokos Hamburger Bors hotel, which is in the very center of the city. The chimney is lower, the smoke is thinner, but in any case, we live in comfort. Very clean, tidy, decent. The hotel is in the very center of the city (market square), life is in full swing around, there are a lot of restaurants on the ground floor, which adds some color to it. Very convenient in terms of getting there by bus, for example. Almost all routes pass through the market square - convenient. The main disappointment from the hotel is that there is no pool. Well, that is, formally, it exists - but if in Naantali the pool is 26 degrees and the “warm zone” is 37, then here it is only 18. The pool is more likely to run out of the saunas (there are three of them, sort of) and cool down. The concept is good, but in the case of children it does not work. We are upset. There is also a cartoon channel on the TV. They played "Ice Age: Continental Drift" and some series of "Cars". That is, they were twisted in a loop. Glaciers - Cars - Glaciers - Cars -... There are paid channels, yes. And there is a normal ORT. But we watched cartoons. Over the next few days, I had to watch the Ice Age, probably ten times, but so far I did not suspect this yet... We go to dinner across the road, to a Chinese restaurant. A portion for 15 euros, which is written "for one" - for my taste includes enough food to feed two. Soup, a giant bowl of rice, a bowl of all sorts of meats, and ice cream for dessert. Phew. The child wants dumplings. What? How is it that there are no dumplings in a Chinese restaurant? Is there a guy? Okay, let's vantan. We eat dumplings from the soup. Happiness.
Actually, we grazed with the Chinese all the coming days. The next day, despite all the resistance of the waitress girl and the chef, I was shouting “it won’t be tasty enough !!! ” — forced them to make the noodles just boiled, not fried in sauce. And in this form, the noodles went perfectly with the child) which made me happy. The child is happy, full - happiness. Less headache) Delicious breakfast at the hotel - a snack on the road - lunch with the Chinese - for dinner cookies and yogurt from the supermarket. Which within walking distance was found as many as three pieces. You can live.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 4. Viurila. Noble Nest.
“Look, look, a house of real gold, ” Sniff pointed with his paw. A tower rose right in the middle of the meadow, and the sun played with gold on the glass of its windows.
Viurila Manor has existed since 1787. The founder, an extremely cunning uncle, managed to get money from both the Swedes and the Russians. And with this money he created a huge agricultural estate with thousands of land. A serious house, serious factories, even produced alcohol - we were shown a historical collection of labels - oh, and there was a swindler, there was “rum” and “cognac” and God knows what else in the assortment : ) Although, perhaps I am confusing several generations. The house was inherited, the gallery of the owners is also presented. Now the estate has a golf club, museums, a banquet hall and a gift shop, yes. Unexpectedly, but in Turku there is absolutely no dominance of souvenirs. Museums have souvenir shops. But in the city, no. There was only one, around the corner from the hotel, next to the Harald restaurant. So if you see souvenirs that you like, buy right away. Most likely you will not be able to find analogues. There was nothing for us to do at the golf club, but museums - very much so. The tour was conducted by the hostess of the estate, Anna Maria.
First we went to the Carriage Museum - a huge collection of various carts and carriages that were used in the estate. And strollers and postal and winter sleds... There was even a special hunting carriage - with huge wheels and a place to place prey. A sort of horse-drawn Hummer.
They felt the carts, looked, took pictures. True, there were no live horses - this was really lacking. But look what is there. Then we moved to the next room, there is a museum of historical things - again, everything that was really used in the life of the estate. Costumes, dishes, papers, toys from the children's room, a fun camping bath... A lot of things. In general, it was interesting for adults and teenagers, but for smaller children, in my opinion, it was a bit boring.
We return to lunch. The Chinese, the supermarket. . . And, of course, we go to the children's playroom! Where we spend the rest of the evening, and alone. No one else found the playroom. The game room is located in a mega-obvious, but unexpectedly inconspicuous place. Directly on the way to breakfast, but slightly off the road. When you go for breakfast, you pass the arrow "children's room there. " But everyone, of course, goes for breakfast, to delicious smells, scrambled eggs, sausages, cocoa and fruits. And they don't even look around. In short, most of our group failed the mindfulness test. When I told people about the fact that there really is a children's room here, they were very surprised) But on the second or third day everyone already pulled themselves up) As a result, for my taste, the day goes quite calmly and unstressedly. And, for sure, it gives you the opportunity to take a breath after the non-stop drive of the previous days. Very good for an equator trip.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 5. Sarka. Tractor and sheep.
- This is too much! he complained. Surely a poor innocent botanist cannot live his life in peace and quiet!
“Life is a restless thing in general, ” Snufkin remarked enthusiastically.
The Museum of Agriculture is completely new, opened just a few years ago, even our guide did not know what was there.
In fact, it turned out that this is an absolutely awesome place. Conventionally, three "zones". Museum of agriculture, animals, technology museum. The Museum of Agriculture is an interactive exhibit. First, they talk for a long time about the development of the village, show models - from the first settlements to the present. And then we get to the exhibition hall. Various mechanisms from completely ancient, such as a wooden plow and a stone crusher for grains, to completely modern ones, such as an automatic milking machine. Slide for kids. Houses that you can enter. Video installation. All devices and exhibits can be touched, twisted, and you can watch how it works in reality. A bunch of models in which something buzzes and spins - different types of plows plow "arable land", a "river" flows and a water mill spins on it, a whole brood of windmills spins... A herd of children rushes from corner to corner, completely straying from the common speech tour guide. Wow! Very good! Delight indescribable, I love such museums
Animals - a small area in the backyard, you have to walk about two hundred meters. Chickens, pigs, sheep and horses. They are not at all afraid of people, they stick their heads out through the fences - they will be demolished. The children are completely delighted, tearing leaves and grass, popping sheep and horses, they happily chew and allow themselves to be stroked in every possible way. The mimic is off the charts!
Equipment - a huge hangar, which has a bunch of various tractors, combines, seeders and winnowers. Again, everything can be climbed. This is what the kids took advantage of, immediately with wild cries clinging to a variety of agricultural Godzillas. It seems like there was an excursion and they were telling something... But I was too keen on trying to track where the child would be taken this time - and I didn’t listen at all. Squeals, screams, pictures… Full gestalt. Agriculture drank to the fullest.
Then we went to a nearby farm. Well, it's a farm there. Clouds of cows behind the fence, pigs in the paddock, more lambs... We looked at epic shaggy boars, stroked the lambs, went to a store with organic products. A hit among kids is a trampoline. Complete victory over the mind. In fact, according to my feelings, after the museum, it didn’t particularly catch on. An emotional outburst passed there.
They filled a jar of jam with transformed water and smashed it against the bow of the boat, and Moominmamma at that time said: - I baptize you for eternity and call you "Adventure. " (This is how new ships are always christened at the Moomin. ) Everyone shouted “Hurrah! ” three times. and they began to load baskets, blankets, umbrellas, fishing rods, pillows, pots, swimming trunks on board... And so the whole Moomin family and all their friends set sail from the shore and sailed along the boundless green sea.
We're going home. For those who are brave and not tired, they offered to take them to the Maritime Museum immediately upon arrival. I thought the whole idea was good, but we'd better have lunch. And we will walk to the museum somehow on our own. So they did. Walk not close, about 40 minutes, along the river embankment. Walked, basked in the sun, tried the local ice cream. We've arrived. The museum is just great.
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The most obvious and obvious part is a few giant ships with free access. Which are simply moored at the embankment and which you can just go in like that and climb around and see everything there. If you have a ticket to the museum, of course. We had Turku Card and it solved all issues. Two sailboats, warships and a modern passenger ship. Very cool! We climbed around two (sailboat "Swan of Finland" and a military mine layer) and realized that there were no more forces, it was time to move into the buildings.
Two huge buildings - in one yacht and a whole bunch of small ships and boats. In the second - a couple of larger ships and many rooms with ship equipment, engines, simulators, divers...
We found a computer simulator for ship control, which, as it were, for children... But dads got down to business! In general, we somehow managed to fire up the ship, send it somewhere and even rotate the view camera) But alas, to do something more meaningful. Too complex model. But still liked it!
If you go up to the second floor, there is also a small exposition. The most interesting part is the two periscopes, which are brought to the roof and the surrounding space is really visible. Very funny!
At that moment, they realized that they were simply exhausted to the edge - and it was unrealistic to walk. But by turning on the logic, I managed to find the bus stop. The bus runs strictly according to the schedule, the schedule hangs at the bus stop. Maybe I was so lucky, or maybe it really works like that - but it came in a minute. We flew to the hotel as if on wings. And sleep. Sleep-sleep-sleep. Tomorrow will be a tough day!
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 6. Flow Park. Crawl, panda, crawl!
"I'm not a lion, " Sniff was offended. “I want little adventures. To just on growth.
Flow Park is like Panda Park in Moscow. Only in Turku. And it's just as cool and physical there. : )
Pine forest, trails are stretched on the trees. Cables, nets, boards, ropes, logs, barrels. . . Everything you need to feel like Tarzan. Trails of varying difficulty - from the "children's", which the child did not hesitate to pass twice in a row, to the trashy "red" and "black", where few people from the group dared to poke their noses. We sign documents about the irresponsibility of the organizers, if anything happens, we put on equipment - helmets, harnesses, safety mustaches... The group is large, for fifty souls, so the vestment is slow.
We're going through a briefing. Then you still have to go through the training trajectory one at a time... Everything is very, very slow. But phew. Did it. And we are rushing. We found a "children's" trajectory and stomped along it. In some places, the parent can simply walk on the ground and additionally secure. But in some places this is not possible. Let's say the transition platform is at a height of one and a half meters from the ground. Very little. But the rope on which the safety carabiners are no longer reachable. This means that either the child himself masters throwing carbines... or dad climb up and save. I had to climb. My daughter rushes along the trajectory like a small hurricane, I can hardly keep up with her.
Passed once, passed the second, went for a walk, to see what else is there. At some point I got distracted... where is the child? There is not. And she, it turns out, has already taken off to the site about five meters from the ground and is waiting for her to be allowed on the trajectory. I almost turned gray. He climbed after her, showed that she couldn’t follow this trajectory in any way - because she couldn’t reach the upper “leading” cable with her hands... And, so be it, they climbed down. The group, too - when they entered, they looked at all these tracks with horror. But nothing - they just got used to the way. Moms with kids - it's easier on the tracks. Dads on the tracks are more difficult. The forest just rings with joyful cries.
Then he left the child to look after and nevertheless climbed himself - he rode on a big cable, then he went through a long climbing trajectory and at the finish - a ride! Good!
Then we went to the supermarket, which is located right next to the park, and bought a whole suitcase of souvenirs there. The practice that the best souvenirs are bought in the supermarket has never failed. A whole rack of Moomin dishes. Want! New boots for the child for the fall. Yes! Cloudberry jam, lingonberry jam. Very!
In general, we were late for the return bus. Literally for a minute - we were already running to the parking lot, and he waved to us and rushed. I had to wait for the flight. Fortunately, the stop was very close and they drive perfectly. Together with another family, who was also late for the whistle, we drove to the hotel. It's good that the hotel is in the center and everyone passes by. hard to miss)
And they lead a vicious lifestyle.
- Vicious way of life? What does it mean?
- I do not know for sure. Probably trample other people's gardens and drink beer.
And in the evening there was a farewell dinner in Harald from the organizers. Very, very authentic restaurant in the northern surroundings. Skins, shields, torches, statues are everywhere. . . Guests are given helmets with horns so that they can feel like a real Viking!
Food - fried meat and sausages with various side dishes (potatoes, vegetables in honey, something else)... Be sure to try the local delicacy. Beer with honey. And resin ice cream. Or with tar, you can't tell. In general, yes, it does indeed have resin! the taste is like chewing on a Christmas tree. Very unusual, but quite edible and, most importantly, original! We sat, chatted, ate meat, drank beer, ate a strange ice cream. Well, since you don't want anything else.... And we went back to the hotel.
-=-=-=-=-=- Day 7–8. Turku-Helsinki-Moscow. Home, it's time to go home.
“Then hurry home, ” said Moomintroll. “If only I could get home to my mother before the comet hits the Earth. ” Then maybe it's not all that dangerous. Mom will think of something. . .
The easiest and longest day. Suitcase-station-Moscow. Packed things. At parting, we walked around the city and ate ice cream. We bought a bag of peas for home (and as it turned out later, we were not the only ones), had lunch, got on the bus and went to the train. There was only one funny fact - when someone was forgotten at the hotel when leaving) on one bus they said that he was probably on the second. And in the second? Right. What's in the first) left. True, then they quickly discovered the loss and after a couple of blocks they slowed down, waited. But it was funny) At the station without incident, at customs too. Children jump on adults, there is hubbub in the compartment... But sooner or later everything calms down. We sleep. On the train, by the way, I once again forgot my toothbrushes. Well, what to do, apparently, such a trip karma).
And in the morning… Hello, Moscow! It's somehow gray and cold here after sunny Finland : )
- It's fantastic!
Everything is fantasy. More or less.
