We live like on a volcano... (piece No. 6) Terrible. But not very
Live like on a volcano. . . >>>
We live like on a volcano. . . (piece #2) >>>
We live like on a volcano. . . (piece #3) >>>
We live like on a volcano. . . (kusmanishche #4) >>>
We live like on a volcano. . . (kusmanishe #5) >>>
In the morning, looking out the window, I saw such a bleak picture:
Milk! The snow, it seems, is not heavy, but visibility is zero. Skating is canceled for today!
We had a leisurely breakfast, talking with neighbors. They had fun looking at the Turkish family - a young couple with two boys, 5-6 years old, and a very tiny, I think, 3-month-old child of indeterminate sex. They had a couple of other friends with them. The cub was surprisingly calm. This family lived on the same floor with us, but apart from a quiet, rare meow, I didn’t hear anything.
When we finally had enough, the overcast began to recede, and through it, in some places, pieces of the sky appeared. By eleven o'clock the sun was already shining with might and main.
Having quickly equipped, the whole gang fell out of the hotel. The bus took us to Hisardzhik. We only had 5 lifts left, so we bought a new ski pass for 50 lifts for two. If they knew, they would have bought it immediately for 200. It would have turned out cheaper than two ski passes for 100 and 50 for as much as a hundred liras. Maybe they would not have rolled out, but what's the difference? Would give to someone.
At first everything went well. The track was a little fluffy with fresh snow, though not ratted. There was no wind.
In the queue, I noticed a guy on one leg. Here's the poor thing! And how will he get down? We must see. But it didn't work out.
When we climbed 5 times, a cloud crawled from behind the volcano, and visibility became zero. I still have vision back and forth, but even I did not drive. Often stopped to let the crowd through. And Vadik is cool with us! Drove like a catechumen! I scolded him, what the world stands on, while Ira and I stood, looking after him. There are a lot of people ahead, a steep reset, and he rushes! We went to catch up with him. Look, he's sitting on a slope. Come on, wicked. But it was too late to scream. He said that he probably broke his collarbone - something crunched there. Well, aren't you an idiot? We've arrived! It is necessary to call rescuers with Akya. The stubborn creature said that it would come down by itself. But sit already! If you crash again, then finally you will come to a head!
Friends began to drive up. To give advice. And Vadik, I must say, already broke this very collarbone twice, but in childhood and adolescence. Gypsum, at the same time, was not applied, but simply hung the arm on a string. And friends assured me that it was necessary to do the operation. We're flying home tomorrow! What the fuck is the operation?
I sent Verka's husband downstairs to fetch rescuers.
After some time, one arrived. Clear stump, illiterate. He began to poke my phone so that I would write my question to the translator there. I would have written, but it was not possible for me to formulate the Russian question in the English layout. Pointing at the screen with a finger, I tell him: “Rush! ” But it seems that the Russian alphabet is not provided there. Okay, I began to feel Vadik. Then I typed a text on the phone, which happily informed me that we had problems with the collarbone and we needed to see a doctor! What are you? Who would have thought!
The useless phone is poking me again. Oh, you lord! I tell him: “Akya! Down! " I didn’t mean it, but in the sense, take it down, and we’ll figure it out there. He started talking on the radio. A second rescuer arrived with an Akya stretcher. Vadka was packed, laying skis next to him. And Sasha took the sticks.
Below, the rescuers asked for insurance. She was with me. We took a picture. They began to ask if they could send an ambulance for us? No need for an ambulance. Instead, we called Suleiman to call the hotel to send a hotel busik for us. Experienced Sasha, having taken off his windbreaker, tied it to Vadik in such a way that his shoulders were as far apart as possible.
Having loaded us into the arrived minibus, Verkinhusband and the rest left for a ride - everyone will fly away tomorrow, and the Kharkov group generally early in the morning. So, today is their last day of skiing.
Arriving at the hotel, we decided to apply to the insurance company. A bump protruded from under the skin. Probably a displaced fracture. We asked a Russian-speaking receptionist to call the Turkish number indicated in the insurance. The woman who answered, first of all, asked if my husband was drinking? But he didn't drink! Against usual, on this trip I decided not to drink on the slope, and, despite Vadik's languid protests, we strictly observed the taboo.
The woman said that the ambulance would arrive in half an hour. But we will have to get back on our own! How - I was indignant! By taxi, how else! The receptionist who heard this said he would help us. A taxi costs 150 lira, but he will give us a magic phone and they will take us for only 100 lira. And we have exactly that much left! We saved on helmets, which we decided not to rent today. So they were punished, apparently, for carelessness!
Going up to the room, we changed Vadik's clothes. This is where the new pants with a blouse, bought in the Forum on Friday, came in handy. Looks like they got together. Insurance, passport. We leave the room. And then a belated thought visits me: it is not known how long we will sit in this hospital, but you will want to drink! After sending Vadik down to the reception, I return to get some water. Well, jump into the bathroom on the path.
I'm going downstairs, and there the doctors arrived just in time. Packed Vadik on a gurney. I sat next to him and, at the request of the driver, buckled up.
Let's go. A young doctor peers through the window to make sure we're all right. I smile through the mask. And then I remember that I left the insurance on the bed while pouring water from one container to another! Here's an idiot! Stop - I'm screaming! Back! The driver says “no problems” and obediently turns back. Ours would have obscured, and this one, you see what, loyal! We drove not far, but still!
I ran to the room. Along the way, I think that it would be nice to thank us - our mentality will not evaporate so easily! I had two bars of good chocolate with whole hazelnuts left. Not "Alenka", I took it for myself. I gave one to the receptionist, and the other to the doctor. Oh, how happy he was! And the driver too! We just burst out in gratitude! It made me feel good!
Let's go. Arrived in Kayseri. In the lobby of the hospital we were met by a talkative girl of Asian appearance. First of all, she offered me to pay a franchise of 25 euros. Paid by card. Then Vadik was X-rayed. And they didn’t even ask me to run to the pharmacy for a film!
The girl Zhenya chattered incessantly. She asked, how many years have we been together? He says we are very similar. She read that a husband and wife, over the years, become like twin brothers. Here she has been living with her husband for I don’t remember how many years, but she still doesn’t become like him - her husband is not Korean. Interesting theory. I did not specify whether her husband is Turkish or a Negro? I was afraid to offend.
Zhenya asked what happened to us? I assumed it was just a twist. It would be good! But the bone sticks out! Then Zhenya happily announced that in this case it was an operation! It's good that we took such a powerful insurance!
It's strange, but they didn't take Vadik's alcohol test. Did you take my word for it?
Vadik was taken to an elegant office, where a young girl was sitting at the computer. The office didn't look like a doctor's office. Except, a couch. I was also allowed to attend. Is this girl a doctor?
But no, a man has come. Having laid the patient on the couch, he quickly felt. He showed our X-ray on the monitor - it was a fracture! Need an operation. And we're leaving tomorrow night! Zhenya spoke to the surgeon and told us that there was nothing to worry about. Tomorrow at noon Vadik will be as good as new.
Let's go again to the reception, where Zhenya's workplace was. She began to call the insurance company, so that she gave the go-ahead for the operation. And yet we were sent, after all, to take an alcohol test. I was a little nervous. Yesterday at dinner, Vadik drank 200 grams, that way. Although it was already 2 pm. But is it enough? And the franchise is already paid! I wonder what if, God forbid, we fail the test? Although, medicine is expensive - delivery of the body plus X-rays, maybe they pull so much?
But everything worked out. Test passed. Yes, and the insurance did not think long and gave the go-ahead.
We were sent to the 8th floor to the ward. In a single room there is a bathroom, refrigerator, plasma. And a sofa for relatives.
Vadik was being prepared for the operation. They put on him a dressing gown and a funny cap. The nurse helped him lie down on the bed and covered him with a waffle sheet. Feet, for some reason, left bare. Like a decent wife, I covered my legs and tucked up the sheet.
The nurse returned with a tag in his hand. And again, for some reason, he bared Vadka's legs. Thank God, I hung the tag not on my toe, but on my hand.
At 17.00 Vadik was driven away together with the bed. I began to circle around the ward.
View from the hospital window
Periodically answered on viber to friends who wrote and called. Kharkov offered me to come to them in Holiday. But I didn’t see the point in this.
The operation lasted exactly two hours. Vadik was conscious. But he was trembling violently and his mouth reeked of anesthesia. The nurse put him on a drip of painkillers. The doctor came along with Zhenya. They reported that the operation was successful. Well, thank God!
It remained to solve the question of how to deliver Vadik to the airport. He will be discharged at 12. But to drag him back and forth to Erciyes and back, in my opinion, there was no point. Zhenya said that he could stay in the hospital until the evening. Under the supervision of doctors, it is better!
I called Suleiman asking if it would be possible to stop by the hospital on the way to the airport? But he asked: “What about you, an individual transfer? ”. I didn't expect anything else.
But what to do? And Zhenya said that they themselves would deliver Vadik to the airport. And even for free.
Here are the patties! I called the taxi driver. While I waited, I chatted with Zhenya. Her working day is until 17.00, but she often sits here until green brooms. She said that I can call her in the morning if I have any questions. Good girl. In its place.
It was already half past seven when a friend of our receptionist arrived. On some beat up car. We went to the gas station. Began to start - does not want to! I was nervous - so you can be late for dinner! But she did. 15 minutes before the end, I ran in without changing clothes.
What a day! I didn’t relax with strong alcohol at dinner. Instead, after dinner, I invited Ira and Yura to my room. I had as many as 6 bottles of beer left, which Vadik and I did not have time to drink. You have to fight him somehow! True, I also pursued another goal - to take advantage of Yura as a man. I had to deal with a completely unusual business - packing luggage. And if my skis and boots easily fit into a case, then Vadya's equipment was so huge that there was no question of packing it into a boot case at all. Push in the skis! Vadik, before the operation, gave me some instructions. One of them is to move the ski bindings so that they are not at the same level. Otherwise, the zipper will not close. We had a screwdriver. But in my crazy hands, she was of no use. For this I needed male hands. I didn't call Sasha - he doesn't like beer. Or vodka or wine. Therefore, I chose Yura as a victim.
He and Ira are also drunkards - Yura somehow drank his bottle, and Ira had to help me. But Yura coped well with the ski bindings.
The flight was postponed to 22.45. You can still ride all day! However, you need to resolve the issue with the hotel. At the reception, after much deliberation, they announced the price - $ 20 per room. When asked about dinner, they answered that they would look at our behavior.
I still had a ski pass with 45 lifts. And the Cossacks ran out of lifts. I told the guys not to buy new ski passes. I'm taking them for a ride tomorrow, and they'll let me stay in their room until we leave. That's what we decided.
Leaving further preparations until the morning, I went to bed.
I woke up before dawn. I collected Vadik's ski bag, where, in addition to skis, I stuffed a bunch of junk. I almost pushed the bag with my feet. Fees are not mine! There were still a lot of things to stuff into my case. But this is after the slope.
Vadik called. He got up and changed into his own. Feels fine. He was fed late last night, and today he was also fed. So, it will live!
I rattled my bag and ski bag into the Cossacks' room and went to breakfast. The dining hall was noticeably empty - the Kharkovites were taken away before we arrived.
When, after breakfast, I asked at the reception what time I needed to vacate the room, the manager answered that at 12. I grimaced and complained that I would have to go down the mountain early. Went with skis to the exit. The receptionist, whom I yesterday made happy with a chocolate bar, shouted after him:
- Dear! Okay, at 14.00!
- Oh, thank you!
Together with us, a Turkish family with children began to load into the hotel busik. Parents and older children were with skis, and the baby was with a stroller. Here are some good fellows! And how do they cope? Friends, however, helped.
After arriving at Hisardzhik, we drove off there a couple of times, once again looking at yesterday's scene. Eh! Unfortunately, the sky was completely cloudless today. Live and be happy!
Poor Vadik! Silly Vadik! Would have waited, and you see, everything would have been different! Or maybe not!
Ira told me that a couple of years ago she broke her hand in a completely ridiculous way - not on a slope, but in a hotel. Got caught on the stairs. Then I skated with plaster. By the way, at that time she also took enhanced insurance. Now think about what to call it? Female intuition? Or, on the contrary, attracted the situation? Previously, Vadik and I always drank alcohol on the slope, and we often had no insurance. And everything was fine! And then they bought hospital clothes, for some reason! All one to one!
We moved to Hadjilar and rode there. I gave my ski pass to Yura, and we passed the turnstile with a sandwich - Ira-Yura-ya. Pulling the hood over my head, I slipped several times without a helmet. But then the rope operator noticed and made me scary eyes. I rolled my eyes, smiling guiltily. It's gone.
The guys wanted to have a bite to eat. Lets'go to Cafe. Ira and I ate a portion of vegetarian flatbread for two. Inside was cauliflower, mushrooms, corn and green beans. Delicious! Much better than the chicken I had before.
Time was running out for me, so the guys went with me to Hisardzhik, from where I had already gone down, and they stayed to finish off a few lifts left on the ski pass.
It was already 2:20 p. m. when I stumbled into the hotel. New guests were standing outside the reception desk, and I tried, with the grace of a hippopotamus, stomping my boots, to slip past, grimacing apologetically. But as soon as I entered the room, the phone rang. The receptionist who called me flatteringly informed me that I could pay $20 and stay until the evening. I said that I was wildly sorry and that I was already leaving the room. I must say that I was lying - scattered junk was lying all over the room, which I had to stuff into a case. And the skis are still completely wet, and it would not hurt to dry the boots. She began to frantically rush around the room. There was a knock at the door. Behind her was a receptionist.
I'm leaving already!
- Where is your husband?
In the hospital!
- When will he come back here?
He won't be back. Will arrive immediately at the airport.
Alright then! Stay until the evening! I'll talk to the owner.
- Oh, thank you!
And I took a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator and collapsed onto the bed. What a thrill!
It's one thing to drink just like that, having nothing to do. And completely different, relieve stress. Two big differences! You can finally relax, and, for a while, forget about the problems. The junk can wait! And the ski boots will dry out.
Drinking the first one, I uncorked the second one. And slowly, slowly began to ram the cover.
The second was followed by a third bottle of beer. It was possible to stop at the second one, but not throw it away?
It made me sleepy. But you can't! I called the guys. They were about to go to dinner. What is allowed? We don't know, but let's go.
I went too. Everyone was already there, with full tables. I, insolently, also went to the distribution. But I only took the soup. You need to have a conscience! Yes, I had enough. Beer is high in calories. And pistachios, which I ate, too.
After dinner, the guys called me to their place. Grabbing sweets, we made tea and sat in the room. Yura, deciding that they owed me, gave me 25 euros. I didn't give up much. We decided, so we decided.
About 8 pm they came for us. The receptionist loaded my luggage onto the bus with his own hands. Is it all about chocolate? She asked what his name is? He said - Bayram! He was lucky to be born exactly on the holiday of Eid al-Adha. Just an angel! How to thank him? She said I would write a good review about their hotel. And then their rating is low, completely undeserved!
The airport was small.
We arrived first, so we took seats. The rest huddled, standing up. Vadik was delivered a little later than us. In addition to him, there was another injured person on the plane, also with a hand. We saw him yesterday at the hospital, but we didn't know that he was from our plane.
And in the morning, as Vadik said, a woman was brought to the hospital, who, in general, suffered for no reason, no reason at all. As soon as she got up on the carriage, she stood aside and fastened her boots. Meanwhile, an uncontrollable carcass under 2 meters tall was rushing from above. She hit a poor woman with broken ribs and a concussion. And this is despite the fact that she has a helmet on her head.
Well, that's how we went. There were other nuances, but I will wisely keep silent about them.
No matter what, there are very vivid memories of the trip. Cappadocia has sunk deep into my soul. Just above the hospital.
Thank you for your attention!
