Baba Yaga behind enemy lines. Part 3
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There was a change in our ski team today - instead of the retired Mishan, Nastya's husband rode with us. Since we had already taken the bus, Oleg went to the bus stop to find out what was going on with the taxi. The girls who lived in our "hotel" offered us the telephone number of the driver who drove them for 250 rubles. from the nose, but we did not take. At first they thought about taking a bus, but when they realized the stupidity of this idea, the girls had already left. But we were lucky: at the bus stop, Oleg was offered to go by 200. He returned for us, since it’s good to go there for two minutes. Having put the skis on their shoulders, they trudged to the stop. Oleg, at my request, shared his spare skis with me. They were some Swiss superfood doubles, but heavy!
The driver's name was Edik. In addition to the four of us, he stuffed three more passengers into his Lada, although it was designed for only six. And we drove. It was an ace! When someone called him, he, continuing to race, tried on the phone, and with his free right hand he turned the steering wheel, switched gears, not forgetting to overtake and cut off slower cars. And I also managed to wipe the left fogged glass with it. I was curious to look at the speedometer, because it seemed to me that he was driving in no way permitted 90. But the speedometer does not work! This vividly reminded me of a trip in a blue Egyptian mikrik. One to one! And the speed, and the half-matted speedmeter, and even the external data of the carrier.
Still, no one was hurt. We rushed for 50 minutes, which is twice as fast as the bus. Having agreed that Edik would pick us up in the evening, we changed our shoes and dragged ourselves to the ski lift.
Today there were more people on the carriage, and we had to stand in line for a while. But, as the same neighbor girls told us, it turned out that you can throw backpacks near the ski rack. Nobody will take. So we did. By the way, I have not seen any storage compartments for skis and things, but this does not mean that they do not exist. We didn't search much.
And the weather was great again. I wanted to look at the southern slope. Neighborhood girls highly recommended. They said it was very beautiful there. Only there is only one lift, and there are sooooo many people. Oleg resisted, saying that there was nothing to do there. While Vadik and I were looking for each other yesterday, he and Misha managed to go there. Oleg did not like it - the slopes are too gentle.
As you can see, idiots ride here as well
Attraction "Swing over the abyss". I don't remember how much, 150 or 200 rubles. like
Climbing Rose Peak, I looked at the signs. There were both blue and red runs, not just green ones. I WANT!!!
Oleg went to the northern slope, and the three of us began to go down the southern one. The bulk of the riders rode here on the green, and we found a beautiful red track "Storozhka", which went through the forest. Moderately steep, quite long and wide, but absolutely deserted! The story is simple. Oleg's steep skis were excellent. Now I couldn't care less for slopes of any steepness.
Just now, the Gatehouse ran into a wild queue for a chair.
And we stood there for at least half an hour. The people stuck to the phones, moved sluggishly, and despite the calls of the cable car workers to occupy all six seats, they strove to sit down with "their own". So the seats left empty. Precious time was wasted. Fuck! We are going back to the Kaban.
Nasya's husband barely kept up with us. That's what years of persistent smoking mean. In the end, he ran out of steam and stayed in the cafe. And soon we joined him. He drank beer for 300 rubles. Hm! The rich have their quirks. However, later the institution also presented him coffee. And I was crazy in the sun!
Today we returned earlier than yesterday thanks to a taxi. Therefore, we decided to go to the Olympic Park recommended by Nastya. She and her husband were there the day before and saw an absolutely amazing, according to them, fountain.
But first we had dinner. I asked the injured Mishan, how was his day? Great, he says! Sat and sunbathed on the sea. Dolphins swam very close. Then I went to a park. True, I had to pay as much as 250 rubles for entry. Watched the planes. Oleg did not fail to complain to us about Mishkin's snoring. Due to a bruise, poor Mishan could only sleep on his back. Accordingly, he snored mercilessly.
I wanted to shoot a low-flying plane. Therefore, before getting on the bus going to the Olympic Park, we walked along the embankment along the river. But the planes weren't flying too low here, and it was already getting dark. I didn't succeed.
Take the 55 bus and go to the park. An automatic uncle announced the stops in Russian and English: “The next stop is Southern Cultures, The Next Station Southern Cultures. ” Rzhach! I recalled the classic "Schjort pobieri! ".
What do you think? Stop "Boarding house such and such" - "Wanted... "; “Something like a sanatorium” - “I wanted... ”. God! How miserable these Anglicoses are! They do not have boarding houses or sanatoriums. Some of them are solid.
We arrived at the park. To the right of the entrance there was a rather nice fountain, but not the one that Nastya showed in the pictures.
Walked through the park. Apart from us, there was almost no one. Occasionally, boys and girls rode on bikes or electric scooters. Nastya's fountain was no longer working. We admired some fairy-tale castle behind the fence of Sochi Park and went back.
Nefig there to look absolutely. In vain they arrived. Well, perhaps an exhibition of wheelbarrows in a window.
The third day we rode the three of us. Nastya did not let her husband go. While we were choking, Edik managed to pick up a car full of customers and drove off. Another driver agreed to take us only 250. But there was nothing to do. Go. True, he took on board only the prescribed 6 passengers.
This one was not an ace, but an ACC. He put the phone to his ear for 45 minutes and chatted with a sugary smile on his lips. In sex on the phone, or what, moonlights? He steered with two fingers, constantly taking his hand off the steering wheel to change speed or scratch somewhere.
The weather is still beautiful. But not as much as the day before.
Nikolai Fomenko, who introduced himself as the burgomaster of Rosa Khutor, warned that a lot of people had accumulated on Edelweiss (the cable car on the southern slope where we got stuck yesterday), and recommended riding Skazka and Boar, which we did. And if they saw that there were no people on the landing of the "Caucasian Express", they went to Rosa Peak. We were wondering where people were coming from in this very express train. We took the card when we bought ski passes on Monday, but left it safely at home. We approached the large one hanging on the Rose Peak. They looked and looked, quarreled, called each other stupid, but without really understanding it, they drove Lazar at random, but, in the end, they ended up at the lower station of this car. People! But they sat down quickly. This queue is short and it’s not worth going down to the very bottom.
Then we were drifting somewhere else, even lower. On some wolf rock. But the snow was loose there. In general, we decided that our choice was optimal - "Fairy Tale", "Boar", replanting the "Caucasian Express".
And in the morning we had a trip to Abkhazia. Nastya in the tour kiosk agreed. Everyone decided to go, except Oleg. He shouted that we were crazy to leave a will (in his favor). To which I objected that he was speaking in a strange way. He is not afraid to travel with local horsemen, but he is afraid to go to Abkhazia!
"Yes, I've been there a hundred thousand times! ". Well, the flag in hand. In fact, almost everyone was there. Vadik and Nastin's husband repeatedly went hiking and descended from the mountains in Abkhazia, mainly through Lake Ritsa. Nastya was in Abkhazia as a child and was crazy about going back to Gagra Park, where, according to her, flamingos and pelicans roam the paths. And I haven’t been anywhere, but I only wanted to go to Lake Ritsa, Vadik was with me, of course, but Mishan still had nothing to do. Well, a pair of "mother-son" to boot. They are for tours only. Petya could also take us, but for some reason we did not agree with him. In short, only Oleg and Petya did not go. Oleg stayed on Mishka's ski pass, while Petya rode somewhere on Gazprom or Karusel.
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