Akhus - in three pines
Today's task of walking along Ahus was to get into the forest. Akhous is a unique town where a dense forest borders a sandy beach, a freshwater river with a large piece of the Baltic Sea, and well-maintained million-dollar houses with wooden buildings in the style of "dressing room". And above the whole city rises the arrival of an alcohol magnate or Spirit Church, as it is called in guidebooks - the Absolut plant.
It was not at all difficult to get into the forests, with my knowledge of the area. Having gained momentum on the city highway, I slightly dropped them on the turn onto the bridge and after that I didn’t bother with speed limits until the thickets themselves.
The city was saying goodbye to me with the latest buildings made of expensive materials, lined with expensive tiles and summed up by highly paid designers under the Mediterranean style.
I spent my youth in the village of Inkerman, where my family hacienda was also number 1 from the forest.
The proximity to the forest gave many advantages and beauties. Wild animals, unbridled nature, and the absence of annoying neighbors gave a great sense of calm and superiority. But there have never been such luxurious cars parked near our house as here. Audi TT, BMW z6, Volvo of the penultimate model (the last one is probably still in the garage) and other convertibles, the appearance of which is familiar to me only from glossy magazines and games in the spirit of Need for Speed.
The most frequent guest near our porch was the untidy ZIL, which, to the delight of my parents and my sadness, dumped a bunch of coal at the gate.
I didn't particularly swing the camera near luxury cars, as you should be more careful with the Swedes. Silent reproach, panic in the eyes and cries: “Darling, go drive him away! “I was in no hurry to feel.
With thoughts about the injustice of the foundations of life, I left the city limits.
The crowns of trees closed overhead, hiding from me the blue sky and the faint illumination of the foggy sun. The forest was damp and noisy. Sound effects were created by many-voiced bird ensembles, which were seriously active today.
Ahu forest is full of diversity. Deciduous trees prevailing here are interspersed with young birches and fern bushes. Further, power passes to a subspecies of cedar, which children and such specialists as I popularly call "trees".
The asphalt suddenly ended and, taking a five-minute timeout at the sandy beach that approached the forest, I rushed into the forest. In order to immediately prioritize our meeting, I decided not to walk, but to ride a bicycle. This was prompted by the idea of saving time and the presence of narrow paths. The idea was new and very exciting, as it was my first experience of cycling through the forest.
The feel of the ride is most likely close to racing on a motorcycle track with artificial hills, although safer. Sometimes, on particularly steep and winding slopes, I had to call my parents. Although I called them not for the need to be present, but more out of an old habit.
In the side pocket of my brain, I felt remorse and slight anxiety about my permission to ride a bicycle through the forest. And in truth, during subsequent trips, the necessary sign prohibiting riding through the forest on horseback was discovered. And with it a sense of tact forbidding to continue to cut through the virgin paths of the forest with their rubber wheels. And the presence of Swedish partisans working according to the “Pioneer Petrenko Knocked” scheme repelled the search for a meeting with the law.
Having received the first adrenaline from vertical racing and having entered the rhythm, I began to feel more and more a strange feeling of loneliness and detachment in an unfamiliar forest.
At the edge of my subconscious, I realized that it was physically impossible to get lost in 15 minutes, but the picture before my eyes was clearly not familiar. “At least you can always go back, ” I reassured myself, really understanding that I chose turns at the intersections of forest paths intuitively. I let the feeling of awkwardness tickle my self-confidence for another 10 minutes, after which I distinctly heard the rustle of wheels. Smiling in all visor, I let the horse to the sounds. In a few moments I was already traveling along the highway, having left on which I went in the direction I needed. Unfortunately, the direction did not agree with me. First I got into a painfully familiar hole in the road. How many potholes can there be on the road? I thought and continued driving. And here it turns out to be a bit on the Swedish roads. Or rather one. And, it's the same one. As it turned out, for 10 minutes I had been driving in the same direction as before trying to get into the forest.
I found out about this when the road under the wheels ended for the second time.
But then I was already on horseback and, as they say, "over the situation. " Crossing over to the other end of my bicycle train (I saw this done in the subway), already happy I returned to the city limits.
Traveling in the opposite direction, I felt an inhuman itch to complete one picture. Dismounting, I lay down according to all the rules in the roadside area and began to focus on the roadway. It was in this position that a pensioner passing by caught me. After asking in Swedish if I had fallen, he easily switched to English after my answer. It turns out that he came for blueberries, and with my fall, I was not included in his plans. After a nice conversation, he waved his free hand at me and easily left me as an outsider.
The city did not notice my absence, also lazily chilling along the river, licking ice cream and looking at the slightly swaying snow-white yachts at the berths.
The city blossomed and bloomed, allowing me to enjoy it privately, in anticipation of the coming summer and the crowds of tourists that would flood its cobbled streets in just a few weeks.
based on materials from the site for independent travelers
owntrip. net. ua
