Baba Yaga behind enemy lines. Part 2
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Petya was allowed to spend the night free of charge in Oleg and Mishan's triple room. Initially, he thought about staying with us and taking us to the mountain every day. However, after looking at the terrible local traffic, I decided that it was him. Will live, as usual, on the mountain. But since he is going there anyway, he will pick us up today. On this occasion, even Nastya and her husband, accustomed to sleeping until they bite in the ass, blew themselves up together with everyone, and promptly had breakfast, went for a ride.
Yes! Petya has been here before, however, we listened to a lot of mats while we got to the right track. Of course, we built a bunch of interchanges, overpasses, but without a half-liter navigator there is nothing to do here. Tunnels, bridges. . . Concrete. . . For me it's just fu! Disfigured nature.
On the way, Petya tried to show us where he was going to live. In some hostel in Krasnaya Polyana. What for? We were not going to visit him.
The scale of construction, of course, impressed! Marriott-shmarriott, casino-shmazino. . . Europe, damn it!
We arrived at the most extreme skiing area of Rosa Khutor.
Ski passes here were the most expensive - almost 3.000 rubles a day. However, for old fartspeople over 60, a 50% discount was made. This led to the choice of the resort. We had 4 such people - all men, not counting the son of Nastya's friend, who did not skate at all. I landed on Rosa, Vadik, Mishanya and Oleg. And Nastya and her husband went with Petya back, either to Laura (another ski area), or somewhere else. I wasn't very interested. Nastya is a rare beauty. She rides almost from the cradle, but in a deaf plow. And she categorically refused to study. Her plow once played a cruel joke on her - she received a complicated screw fracture of her leg, wore the Ilizarov apparatus for a long time, but even after that she went to the mountains with enviable regularity. It will go down, or rather it will slide once or twice, and into a cafe! Coffee cigarette. But I visited many ski resorts! Husband, respectively, on a short leash. Well, God be with them! Everyone has their own troubles.
After looking at the prices, we chose the best ski pass for ourselves - skiing 3 days out of 4.
The forecast promised sunshine until Friday. And today was Monday. Nasty men in ski boots did not want to go, they were too lazy to walk a couple of meters in them to the car. Now I had to change shoes and put sneakers in backpacks. And carry them up the hill. Well, carry on! What do I want?
The embankment on Rosa Khutor was beautiful! Just like Switzerland!
There were few people on the lift.
And let's go! The trailer is ordinary, eight-seater. Ride for a long time. I never thought of timing. The panorama is magnificent.
Leaving the car, we looked around and decided to go even higher, but already in a six-seat seat. Sitting down, they found a pleasant warmth under their asses. Here is the class! Heated chairs! Mishan, however, tried to argue that no wires were visible, from which heating could be carried out. He suggested that the chairs were heated by the sun. Later, we asked the cable car operator and found out that we were right, not Mishan. And the chairs were also with protective caps. It's generally great! When wind and snow, and even worse rain, this gadget has no price! In Bukovel, we really missed them in the rain. Yes, and in Andorra, in the breeze, not ice either. And gluteal heating is neither there nor there - nope! This is a huge plus, I think.
True, now there was not the slightest need for heating or a cap. The sun was hot. There was not the slightest hint of wind. Well, isn't it nonsense?
Another difference from the above resorts. In Bukovel, there was a very uncomfortable disembarkation from the chairs. I even injured my knee there. Yes, and landing left much to be desired. And at Rosa Khutor everything was chiki-piki. Gently, gently, without the slightest risk to health.
All lifts here have their own names. Two lines of armchairs were called, respectively, "Fairy Tale" and "Boar".
The tracks also had names besides colors. From what I remember - Snake, Triton, Cascade, Women's Olympic, Men's Olympic. Green (the simplest) was added to our usual blue, red and black. Therefore, those that are blue here would be quite red in Bukovel. The women's Olympic descent was for some reason more abruptly than the men's, but shorter. At least I thought so.
Black Women's Olympic Track
And the snow was just excellent - naturel, and not some kind of goofy cannon.
On this trip, I took my old soft Elans, wishing I could rent more serious skis. I haven't ridden in them for a long time. Vadik and I rent cheap skis in Mariupol. He took it for himself, and I decided to save it. Oleg has two pairs of skis, and he is small in stature, like me. Skis, respectively, he has the same length as mine. Therefore, I decided to call him one pair if I can’t ride in mine.
Nishmagla! On difficult tracks, she slipped somehow. They don't hold anything. Okay, tomorrow I'll smear Olezhik, fool the skis.
After descending several times from the Kaban, they wanted to drive even higher on another trailer. He went to the top. Only we did not yet know that at our level it was an intermediate station, the so-called. "planting". People were coming from somewhere below, and very few got out here. I remembered an anecdote: "Ugly vyhodysh? ". These ugly freaks didn’t want to come out, and a serious queue accumulated. I had to sit in different cars one at a time. First I, then Misha and Oleg climbed in, and Vadik was the last one left, and I didn’t see him sit down. Leaving the car, I began to take a picture of the panorama.
The boys came up. And there is no Vadik! Wait, wait, no! I got nervous that he couldn't fit the skis into the container outside the car. He has 15 percent vision. And then the cable car stopped. I cursed myself with the last words, and at the same time the boys that they didn’t shove him first. They didn't figure it out. Thought it had something to do with it. In short, panic. Having told the boys to ride alone, I went downstairs in the car to look for the lost one.
From fool! I had to go skiing! At our level, the same replanting, but not landing! In short, the car took me to the very bottom. And there is a queue! How did I even think not to go out with my broken ku-ku! Remained seated and went around the second round. She came out on her landing, to the delight of those who were waiting. She asked the worker if there were any incidents at the landing? It wasn't, he says. Why did they stop? The victim was loaded. God bless! But where is Vadik?
And the great quest began. I drove past the cafe.
You can't see the tables. She sat down again on the "Fairy Tale", then on the "Boar", looking out for a baby on the tracks. And I thought I saw him. I recognized his style of skating, although I could be mistaken. Then I saw Mishka with Oleg, heading towards the lower station "Skazki", where I was just rising. Having waited for them, I found out that Vadik had managed to slip past us while we were standing with our backs turned away. He was looking for us near the descent, and we were waiting for him near the booths. And literally right after I left downstairs, Vadik did the same. But I managed to leave on Skazka. Lost, in short. Having rolled, not so much on skis as on lifts, we sat down in a cafe on the street, exposing our face to the bright sun. Without a tan, I look like a pale toadstool, and I don’t make friends with make-up, so I don’t miss the slightest opportunity to tan.
We dined with our sandwiches, washed down with tea from a thermos and a jä germeister from an eggplant. There was a sign in the cafe that they were glad to see us, but with their own snack - what the hell, pliz, sit on the street. Yes, and please, being indoors in such weather is simply a sin. The prices are outrageous, of course. As, however, in any ski resort. Beer - 300, mulled wine - 500. Coffee, however, in a divine way, only 100. Buter, it seems, 250. Therefore, they ate their own.
After resting, we went skating again.
But the sun has already begun to go behind the ridge, the shadows have become larger, visibility is worse. Vadik felt uncomfortable.
And then Mishan fell out of the blue, already at the very bottom, ten meters from the cafe, looking somewhere (or at someone). Yes, so unfortunate that he hit the handle of the stick straight into his ribs. He says that even breathing stopped for a while. Having seated him, we moved out once more. The shadows got thicker. Vadik said that he had had enough. And he will go down on the carriage along with Mishan, who was barely moving.
And Oleg and I, in order to prolong the pleasure a little, went down on our own.
And they extended it. . . We saw a huge queue below, and did not immediately understand where it was? Upstairs too late! It turned out that it was not possible to ski to the very bottom. Wagon only. That's where they all stand! Oh bliiiiin! It's until the morning! But surprisingly, the line moved quite briskly. Didn't catch it again. I think we stood for half an hour. I had to go with the guys. That car went to the very bottom from the same cafe "Balagan".
Oh yes! I didn't explain. You are probably at a loss, how can this be? Be able to get lost in the age of mobile phones and the Internet! I didn't give a damn about it at all. Free wi-fi in any hotel should be. We're not going to Egypt! And I didn't want to get lost. Vadik is not as mean as I am. He connected himself to some service for 100 hryvnia, according to which he was supposed to have 200 minutes of calls and some Internet. This is from Vodafone. Nastya did the same. Mishan and Oleg did not do this. Oleg from his stupid Kyivstar could make and receive calls only by paying 30 hryvnia per day. For this money, he was given 15 minutes of conversation. Moreover, he misunderstood the conditions and thought that it was possible to talk within 15 minutes after connecting the service. Economical, in short.
There you go. We did not find Vadik and Mishka on the embankment. We found them in the 135th bus, which was supposed to leave for Adler in 15 minutes. But it was pristinely empty. We took seats, paying 178 rubles each. They asked how long we will go? The answer was: twenty hours.
Uh-huh! Stopped at every corner. Stop - "10th kilometer". Stop - "9th kilometer". Kapets! Stop "6th kilometer" - wow, jumped! We arrived at the airport. Huge, beautiful outside. They stood there for a while. We finally moved on. Cork. Bliiin! All, nafig! I won't take the bus again. We need to find a taxi for tomorrow. By the way, Petya took 150 rubles from us in the morning. By pull, one might say.
We passed Vzlyotnaya Street. The plane flew over us at a height, you could touch it with your hand, as it seemed to me. Oh, I don't like this! It's good when everything is fine, but what if something suddenly goes wrong? Yes, and a constant hum was heard in our room. So we live relatively far from the airport. And how can you live on this Vzletnaya?
We arrived at our stop fifty hours later. We did not sit down here. But somewhere nearby. But where? I ran to look. I see the familiar names of the shops, but point-blank I don’t understand how our hotel is located in relation to them. Damn it! Who builds like this? Having cut a circle, with grief in half, they found their gates. Poor Mishan could barely crawl. Experienced Nastya, who had already returned home, advised me to take an x-ray. Fortunately, there is also a laboratory in the shopping center. "So what's next? " we asked with one voice. Mishan did not purchase insurance. We didn't tell him, you see. And what's the point? If there was a Jä germeister in the blood, no one would have paid for it. And we are not used to dealing with doctors. This is us, but not Nastya and her husband. Her grandmother was the head physician of the durki, and her entire family had extensive connections in medical circles. But as it often happens, a shoemaker without boots. In the families of doctors, often, children are sick and seriously. Nastya has had type 2 diabetes since childhood, and treatment is a way of life for her.
Mishan refused to be treated, but he won't be able to skate tomorrow either. But do not disappear the same ski pass? I invited Nastya's husband to go with us to Mishka's abonik. That one's eyes lit up - to break off the leash! Nastya surprisingly didn't mind. She had partners with whom you can have a good time without climbing the mountains.
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