We live like on a volcano... (piece #2)
Live like on a volcano. . . >>>
I slept well. Of course! However, neither light nor dawn woke up. After spinning a little, I realized that I would not fall asleep. I got up and charged. It began to get light. She looked out the window, waiting for the dawn. One of the windows looked, in my opinion, to the east. Already the tops of the mountains in the second window turned pink, but there is still no sun! She opened the window and leaned out to her waist. The sun peeked out from behind the mountain somewhere to the side. Oh, again, with spectacular pictures, the wreck turned out!
Breakfast was delayed. Ira and Yura from Zaporozhye turned out to be interesting interlocutors, who had been to many places. La-la poplars, but we must go! The lifts have been turned on for 20 minutes already!
Something needs to be done about helmets. I'm tired of the harassment of the cable cars. At the hotel, as it turned out, there was a rental. Perhaps not the cheapest, but running around looking for was scrap. Suspecting that the rental worker was never literate, I pointed my finger at my head. In response, he poked his own at a piece of paper hanging on the wall. Presumably price. His finger stopped at the number 30. I showed him three fingers, meaning three days - Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. He took a calculator and dialed 25 there and showed it to me. I quickly calculated in my mind that 25X2X3 would be 150. I gave it to the landlord. He began to write something in a journal. Having looked there and saw the number one, I ordered to correct it by signs by 3.
Having put on our useless hats, we left. While we were waiting for the bass, the receptionist came running and clarified why I gave the distributor 150 lira? Damn it! 2 helmets for 3 days. What is not clear?
That's it! Give 600 hryvnias to the cat down the drain!
Sasha left at the same time as us and managed to catch the transfer. I noticed that he was not wearing a helmet. She asked how he manages without him and they don’t pester him. He said that yesterday they molested, but he patted his backpack with his hand and they fell behind.
- Ha-ha-ha! How clever!
- She doesn't, - she says. – I actually have a helmet in my backpack.
- So why don't you wear it?
I don't want to. I'm not proud of it, but I don't want to!
It turns out that we have the same attitude to wearing all sorts of protective gadgets. Exclusively "for the cops. " But, damn it, than carrying a helmet in a backpack, I personally would prefer to put it on my head. Purely for convenience.
Today the sky was absolutely clear, but the breeze was blowing. After a little ride on Hisardzhik, Vadik and I decided to try our luck on Hadjilar. It takes quite a long time to move there. First you need to climb on an open six-seat, and then go even longer along a gentle road.
But there was absolutely no wind on Hadjilar. From here the panorama of Kayseri was opened.
To be honest, not a very attractive sight. The city was in some gray-brown haze. Before the trip, I read somewhere that the air here is 4 times dirtier than in Kyiv, since many people use coal for heating. Even apartment buildings. Once again I was glad that I chose a hotel on the mountain. We have enough stink at home.
Here we met our company, with which we were traveling from Mariupol. Asked how they hotelchik? Their hotel was called Ice, it cost a dozen more, but, according to them, it was not ice at all. They didn't even have teapots. Refrigerators worked for heating, and Wi-Fi was a little alive. But if our hotel was across the road, then they had access directly to the slope. When we boasted how lucky we were with the hotel, one pretzel, who looked very much like Kolomoisky, said that they would also have a mustache! And he said that in the morning they got up next to some dude who asked them about the conditions in the hotel. The guys honestly admitted that the hotel is complete shit. Then the fellow traveler specified what kind of hotel he was talking about? It turned out that this is the owner of their hotel! Therefore, they decided that he could not leave it like that and would certainly improve the quality of their lives.
The track on Hadjilar was very good. A wide field with a very comfortable slope for me. Oh, how I rushed! But a misunderstanding that had been jammed somehow began to slide onto the back of my head. She pressed her right hand to his head. It's risky to go like this! I had to slow down to tighten the strap. From the same crap!
How I love to travel! You meet so many new people! On the cable cars, you involuntarily become a witness to someone's conversations. Sometimes you hear amazing stories. Yes, there is a long way to go! Our friend Sasha, as it turned out, celebrated his 60th birthday not at the table at all, but on Lenin Peak (7134 mnum)!
In my old age, I became so chattysociable. Instantly met fellow travelers. It turns out that there are hotels with 3 meals a day. All - not all, but for dinner, beer and wine were poured to the guests. But this happiness cost a piece and a half euros for two. Oh, I don’t know if it’s necessary if you’re not going to eat, but quite the opposite. A woman who lived in such a hotel complained strongly that she had to go down to the hotel for dinner. Plus, she's a vegetarian.
I received absolutely invaluable information from another woman. It turns out that in order to go to the city, you need to be seriously confused. Just getting on the bus and handing money to the driver will no longer work. Now you need to buy a card in the store and put money on it, and you can already pay with it on the bus. But for this you need to have a HES code. And you need to get it from the guide. I did not want to contact the guide. As a rule, these are vile creatures. If he finds out for what purposes I need this very dick code, he can arrange some kind of mean trick. Maybe I'm overly suspicious and don't think well of people, but that's who I am. Then the woman advised me to contact the reception desk with this question. They will do anything for us for chocolate. I had chocolates - I bought them at home for a snack on the mountain. Well, let's say.
Preparing for the trip, I looked at some Russian-language website for the bus schedule. It followed from it that buses from Kayseri to Cappadocia run every hour, and a ticket for them costs about a hundred hryvnias. Amazing! But I was very embarrassed, but how to find this same bus station? I can't stand big cities with their troubles. Kayseri is a millionaire, and walking to the bus station, I think, is not an easy task, and it can take a lot of time. What remains? Taxi, of course. The woman confirmed my guess. Okay, we need to think!
After riding Hadjilar, we returned back to Hisardzhik. When we got off the chair, a group of skiers asked me to take a picture of them. Looking closely, I recognized them as the "Kharkov" group. And Verka's husband is gone! And where is he? And he went with some Turks to some black tracks. Very interesting! What are black lines? She is the only one here and does not work today.
Supports of the Ottoman lift to the very top of the volcano. As you can see, there are no chairs. Does not work due to the wind (or maybe just too lazy to turn it on)
And how did he come to terms with the Turks, if he does not know a word of English, let alone Turkish? History is silent.
When we returned to the hotel, we found that no one had entered our room. Accordingly, the garbage was not taken out, the water supply was not replenished, and there were no tea bags either! The tap water, we were assured, was perfectly drinkable. That's not a question! But she gave me something with a sanitizer. But from the guys from Zaporozhye, who, as it turned out, come to this hotel for the second year in a row, we learned that there are springs nearby. Locals come there with a bunch of eggplants. Probably standing water. And in general, how is it so? It's a volcano! There must certainly be thermal waters.
Taking a few empty bottles, we crossed the road and went a little to the right. There was a row of shops-cafes, between which there were taps with water.
Our hotel, viewed from shops
We tasted it. Water is like water. Not Narzan. No taste, no smell. We walked through the shops. No beer! Why can you sell energy drinks, but not beer?
At dinner, Sasha, not to be unfounded, decided to show us a movie about his ascent to Lenin Peak. Exciting! I'm really jealous.
After that, we made a tour of the numbers. The Cossacks had a room similar to ours, but not a corner one, respectively, with one window. Went out on the road. They heard the mosque early in the morning.
And Sasha had a completely hilarious number. Since he arrived alone, he was settled in a kind of under-single. It was located next to the elevator. Apparently, there was not enough space for him, so this issue was resolved at the expense of the territory of the room. Therefore, the bathroom was located in the middle of the room ; )))). And the chair stood in a narrow corridor. There was no other place for him. But there were two beds!
Having returned to the room, having weighed all the pros and cons, I decided to surrender to the insidious villain Suleiman. In the sense of not soaring your brains with an independent trip, but, nevertheless, ask the guide about possible options. They started calling him. And he was right next to me! In the canteen! And he said that no more foot here! They went down to him. I told the guide the essence of the matter. Is it possible to take us along with a group going to fly balloons, and pick us up the next day, in the late afternoon? At first he said that it was possible, but only if it was done in one day. But not! I have a fixed idea to spend the night in a cave! Then he began to call somewhere and, having rubbed it with someone, he said that yes, you can! Urya! And the question price? 40 bucks per person both ways. But! Are oats expensive these days? The parasite did not want to bargain. But I was still happy with it. I jumped into the room for a hundred. Suleiman gave me twenty change. Just right to pay for a room in a cave. He did not give any receipts, and I did not remember to ask.
Since a lot of locals come to the resort on the weekend, and a flea market forms on the mountain, excursions were scheduled for Saturday and Sunday. And before that, we still have two whole days to ride.
We live like on a volcano. . . (piece #3) >>>
