Passing through Krasnoyarsk
They flew from Moscow to Krasnoyarsk, met the godfather. Showed, told what he knew, everything was cool. We went to the observation deck on the Yenisei - very beautiful views, hills reflected in the water. Then a visit to the Krasnoyarsk Zoo - clean, well-groomed animals - I even liked it, although I don’t like animals in cages, it’s better in the wild. We had a bite with a cocktail of Uyarsky sausages with mustard - I demand more from the seller, and she is surprised - very spicy, she says, but that's what we need, we are accustomed to spicy cuisine.
My legs are swollen - flying, walking around the zoo make themselves felt. But there is still a visit to Bobrov Log - a local attraction. More details - an amusement park, a swimming pool with a solarium, cafes, cinemas, mountains and ski lifts. Several trails - different levels of difficulty. Skiing in winter, rides in summer. We buy tickets for 3 of them. We climb the mountain on the lift - they meet us at the top - are you passing through? and it starts to rain, we decide that all the same, we will get wet after all. and we go down - the son shouts in delight: Mom, these are mountains! The Carpathians are resting! Just a week before this trip, he and his class went on an excursion to the Carpathians. Well, well, everything has its pros and cons. We go down and have to climb the mountain again. In the rain. After all, we bought tickets - we sit in a sleigh on runners, we go up. The son himself, the godfather himself, and I say that I will not sit down alone. The husband sighs, I go with him. We climbed up for about 15 minutes, and then in the middle of the forest there was a downhill track with steep and not very turns... The grid on the turns was torn in some places - someone's sled obviously flew away sometime. I'm in shock, yelling that there is urine! The rain is pouring down, blinding my eyes, my hands are blue from the cold, in short, extreme. They went down, my husband barely unclenched my hands, so clung, rooted right to the railing. The son laughs, he liked it. It’s good that they didn’t buy it for the most extreme - the chela was tied to a cable, like a parachutist, on straps and shot up the mountain at breakneck speed - only vzhzhzh, and then at the same speed down - the adrenaline rush is incredible, probably.
Then we rest in a cafe, we go to a village near Krasnoyarsk for the night. We are already waiting there. They heat the banya - a real Russian banya! Thing! I haven't been in one for a long time. Conversations, gatherings, long time no see. . .
The next day, the path lies on the railway station - train Krasnoyarsk - Ust-Ilimsk. Ugly sloppy wagon. The train is called a bichevoz. I barely survived there for a day, I can’t eat, I can’t drink either. In Taishet, the car is uncoupled and it stupidly stands waiting for the Irkutsk train on the siding for 8 hours. The car stank of custard noodles like Mivina - passengers, their respective contingent, trample it in unison. Horror. I go out in search of a toilet - I stomp for a long time to the station building. Entrance to the toilet is free upon presentation of a ticket. I say that the ticket has been handed over to the conductor. And in response to me, we don't give a fuck. . That's it. Finally, we arrived. Back in 10 days. Home, to Ukraine. But before that, I myself lived in Siberia. For distant lands.
Back in the same way - a day to Krasnoyarsk. On the way from the station we stopped at the market to buy fresh meat for barbecue - horror in the dark. I don't even want to describe. I can only say that chewed then with difficulty. But they had a good time.
That's the whole trip. Many impressions. Both pleasant and not so pleasant. Photos are attached.
