Welcome or Strangers In - 2
This morning we made a second attempt to use base gallons. This time everything worked out for us, we just forgot to put a divider on the stove, and the flame burned somewhere in the wrong place. Having devoured their tourist breakfast and having already made the usual climb up the hill with backpacks, they threw them off to Mikhalych and went towards the New World. Today we had to climb to the source of St. Anastasia and then an attempt to find a way from him to Karaul-Oba, which we did not find last year.
Despite the rather early hour, there were much more cars on the Novaya Svet road than we would like. The stench of their exhaust drowned out the already faint smell of juniper and pine. According to Mikhalych, there has been no rain since June. The needles of the trees growing near the road were as if powdered with dust. Rather to the mountains, to the fresh air!
The source was full of pandemonium. One group was already leaving, the other was just taking a dip in the font and taking water in a five-liter eggplant. And the trickle was very thin. I had to wait until they finally left. Having waited for our turn, we took a dip, took a liter and a half and went further along the path already familiar from last year.jpg" target="_blank">
The cactus fields were full of reddish fruits. Oh, how beautiful it must be here in June, when they bloom!
Last year, due to the indisposition of my companion, we could not get this way to Karaul-Oba. This year, everyone was relatively healthy, except for a friend who broke his big toe on a stone and therefore scrambled. But he is a real Tourist, who, in his time, walked much steeper mountains, so he did not whine. Blurring the paths, periodically went out on some semblance of a road, apparently built in ancient times. Her venerable age was betrayed by the age-old junipers growing here and there right in the middle. At times she disappeared, then reappeared and led to no one knows where. However, at the top of the ridge, a pile of stones could be seen. Ruins? It doesn't look like it's really broken. Moraine? But at the very top of the mountain? Strange, incomprehensible!
On clearing behind the alleged ruins saw a sitting man in a green cap. They thought that they were a forester and wanted to make their legs already, so as not to pay for the passage into the abyss. Then, they conferred and decided to still try to get past him, and if anything, say: “But we didn’t know, but we ourselves are not local, but we don’t have money! ” But the peasant turned out to be not a forester at all, but a wanderer just like us, and when we approached, he was already gone. Phew, it's gone!
Oh yes, I forgot to say! The news that the Crimean prosecutor's office canceled the paid entrance to the reserves was not fake at all, but the local authorities ignored it and continued to collect money. That's why we were so scared when we saw a suspicious man. Give for a great life 300 re? Right now! That's 4.28 glasses of beer! Well, or 0.5555 bottles of brut!
After admiring the views from the cliff with. Veseloe, as well as the bay of the same name, began to descend into the so-called. Paradise. The poor friend again stumbled with a sore finger on a stone! Therefore, we did not wander around Karaul-Oba for a long time, deciding to leave this occupation for another day.
And today we have already earned champagne! We went down to the village and went to the treasured shop. On the way, we sadly discovered that our favorite tasting pavilion turned into an ordinary grocery store, albeit freshly renovated, but completely uninteresting for us. Well, at least the company store of the champagne wine factory has remained the same. They took a two-year-old brut for 540 rubles. And then another four-year-old for 580. To say that it is much better? No, just a slightly different flavor. Oh, how I love him! But two bottles for three is really love? But today our budget did not provide for a third.
Since last year, we have been tormented by the question, where do they put the substandard, which they used to sell in a nearby window for bottling? Last year we were told that they are not going anywhere, it is still in barrels. And in this they did come up with a use for it - they poured it into two-liter tetra-packs with faucets and for this they charged a price of 500 r per pack! My God! And before, it cost, it cost... I don’t remember how much, but three kopecks! But, nevertheless, they asked to put a box of pink in the refrigerator until tomorrow. We will come for him.
We bought potatoes, onions and tomatoes at the market, cooked a royal dinner of boiled potatoes with onion and tomato fry on our beach. Well, sardines in oil, of course. They drank beer. And then with their smuggling. What is typical for the Crimea, in the morning we got up like cucumbers. At home, the fins have already been glued together from such a combination - champagne-beer-natural product. That's what relatively clean ecology means!
On the third day of the hike, it is supposed to rest, so for today a short route to Mount Sokol was provided, followed by a descent to the source of St. Anastasia.
Our beach also has a spring, which is a rarity for these places, but the top one is cooler. Once, the entire New World was fed from it, and even earlier Golitsyn's vineyards were irrigated. As evidenced by the remains of ceramic pipes that came across to us here and there. From our own beach source, called by someone "Source Michael" (as evidenced by the inscription on the stone), the water also almost did not flow due to the long absence of rain. It's good that there were 1-2 companies on the beach besides us. We managed to get through the night.
The night before, Mikhalych said that he would leave early for Sudak, so things should be handed over at 7 o'clock. In order not to get up in the dark, we decided to refuse breakfast and go light (with an empty stomach). The poor friend, spoiled by his wife and accustomed to the first, second and kanpot, tried to blather, but to no avail. He threatened to tell Verka everything about how we mocked him. To which I noticed that they would also thank me for returning him slender and beautiful : ))))).
The sun hadn't risen yet, and I went swimming. The water, cool near the shore, the farther, the warmer it became. In shallow water, the water has time to cool down overnight, and then it doesn’t. I saw some incomprehensible blue ball under the water. I thought it was a deflated ball that floated up from the beach. But it turned out that this is a large jellyfish, phosphorescent in the predawn twilight. Beautiful!
Having saved the junk, we began to climb the Sokol. To be honest, I was dazed. When I was young and reckless (about 30 years old), we climbed it every year, walked along the ridge over a steep cliff, and then went down the couloir to the Novy Svet road closer to Sudak. But the last time (in 2013) I thought that I would no longer climb there for any gingerbread. At the very top, the stones are so licked that it was not the slightest difficulty to fly into the abyss - one wrong step, and you will turn into a shapeless bloody pile at the foot. But there are guided tours to the top! Which interesting path? The average tourist would not have passed where we were shabby that time. There are a lot of trails there. Which one is safe? We went along the one that is more comfortable and trampled down. On the way we picked up a juniper bush, brightly strewn with berries.
juniper branch with berries
Oh! Breakfast! Narvali in a bag and ate a couple of berries. Once, a guide we met at the top said that two-year-old brown juniper berries clean the liver, but you need to eat them on an empty stomach according to the scheme - one on the first day, two on the second, and so on, up to ten. We have been doing so ever since. The poor liver needs to be supported! But we only had enough while we were there. There is no time at home, and it’s unpleasant to pick berries, you will pierce all your hands with needles. Today we were especially emaciated, so we ate more than one : )))). The liver survived.
Walking, we walked, left the strip of forest, began to climb the bare stones, at first quite safely, but then the path disappeared somewhere, and again we had to climb at random. At some point, I looked back and panicked. She sat down in the middle of the slope and began to whine - where did you take me again! I'm afraid! The situation was further aggravated by the crazy wind, which strove to blow us away to a crazy hair dryer. Somehow she pulled herself together and crawled on four bones to the top. The main thing is not to look back!
At the top, of course, you feel like a winner, taking pictures of amazing landscapes for the thousandth time.
But there is still a descent to come! And it is, as a rule, more difficult to lift.
Well, I say, have you flown? The boys say - no, it's better to go! They began to look for a safe path. It is difficult to do this on bare rocks. We poked and poked around, seemed to find it, and she led us into such chagarnyks! Just imagine - a very steep slope with loose, overgrown with dense undersized forest with sharp knots, striving to spoil the skin, covered only with a very conditional swimsuit. But on the other hand, you can at least grab onto the branches so as not to move out on your ass. God bless, and we descended relatively safely. We reached the source, this time deserted (the weekend had already ended and the people subsided a little). We plunged, got some water, and - in the village - to relieve stress. We didn’t earn champagne today, we didn’t go much, so we managed with beer. At the local market began to choose a fish. We settled on smoked flounder, with a belly full of caviar, 600 re per kilo. In our country, it also costs quite a lot - 100 UAH / kg fresh, but I have not seen smoked at all. This was the reason for my choice. Good but not enough. We ate another cheburek for 70 rubles.
It won't be enough! We went to get the missing calories in the proletarian canteen of the champagne factory with the forbidden name "USSR" and the corresponding surroundings. Their slogan is as follows: “I am a comrade, not some sir, I eat in the canteen of the USSR! And you? " Well, we, too, seem to be not sirs and sirukhs, we didn’t get it.
The prices here are the lowest in the village. I was especially amused by one line in the menu - “Pour something over - 12 r” : )))))) We ate borscht without meat for 50 r and mashed potatoes with roast. Well, it looks like they ate a little. We took a package of wine waiting for us in the store and went home.
But it didn't last long. . . : (((
That's not all! : ))))
