Hunting is worse than bondage, or what is unlucky and how to deal with it-2. Completion
Today my son-in-law went rafting. Therefore, we only had time for a walk before lunch. Otherwise, my daughter will remain hungry. For everything about everything 5 and a half hours. And the program is quite extensive - another untrodden path to Chalysh. According to the map, it will lead us to a pirate bay, which we did not reach along the coast. And also to get, finally, to the flag. And still have time to go down to Kemer and also buy some things in Waikiki. Daughter was happy yesterday, like an elephant. She managed, among other things, to find on her XXXXXXXS as many as two pairs of jeans that fit perfectly on her, and even for a completely ridiculous price - hryvnia 250 each.
The path led us, of course, not at all to a pirate bay, but to a cliff above this very bay.
You can only get there from the sea. Probably. After estimating the time, we decided not to go to the flag, but to run to Kemer. On the way we met another turtle, just as quick as the previous one.
And the point on the map, marked as "Two tents" looked like this
Where did the second "awning" go?
And in the spring, which looked like a drop of water on the map, there was not a single drop! And what would it be? There is no drought here! And what are the poor turtles drinking here?
When we went down to Kemer, we had only 2 hours to plunder Waikiki. Oh how I don't like it! We saw a sign on the alley with fountains, but apparently it was not the same Waikiki where the children had been the day before, so we did not go into it. What if this is the wrong Waikiki and they sell the wrong clothes? And we went further. Serious such clouds were suspiciously clustered over the mountains.
Having found what we were looking for near the bus station, we entered. First, they dressed Vadik on the first floor. In the women's department, the assortment was very poor compared to the men's. On the contrary, the queue was much longer. Moreover, in each cart there was a mountain of shmatya. Therefore, with difficulty finding a pair of clothes for myself, I went to the men's locker room. Luckily, everything worked out for me. Dollars were paid at the checkout. The course was just fantastic - 6.7! Don't give a damn! By the way, today it has grown slightly in exchangers - 4.25. Apparently, on weekends they are shamelessly underestimated. Keep in mind.
While we were shopping in the store, it began to rain and ended. We understood this only by the presence of puddles. Having quickly reached the hotel, we still had time to skip a couple of beers before dinner. After lunch, we all planned to go to the beach together, but it began to rain again, and it became noticeably cooler. We took refuge in the hall next to the lobby. How is the poor son-in-law on rafting?
The rain has stopped. We decided to walk around the village. Also buy a suitcase. Bargained for 25 bucks a large suitcase instead of a wounded wheelless suitcase. Yes, it's just a gift! You can't even buy a small house for that kind of money.
The children went to bed, and we had only one thing left - to sour. Because it wasn't hot at all. But still on the beach.
About 6, my son-in-law returned. In principle, satisfied, but extreme, he says, is not enough! Whoa, damn it! Okay, let's see what quiet river they will float us down tomorrow!
And after dinner, I, once again, tried to take a picture of the sunset. But I was late again.
In the morning we were picked up at 7.50. So we had time to have breakfast. Going home on a trip, I decided to buy myself new slippers. Turkey is not Crimea or Goa. It's somehow unglamorous to defile in the old dumb ones. I bought mint-colored sandals in stock. The saleswoman promised that I would never wear them in my life. Aha! How! And she also said that these are not sandals, but rafting slippers. O! Rafting! Why not? I have long wanted to, but somehow my hands did not reach (or my legs). And now there are slippers!
And finally, in new sandals, I'm going rafting! Although, they are not new anymore. I managed to stomp dozens of kilometers of dusty Turkish roads in them over rough terrain, and they got pretty dirty. Well, at the same time I will wash it.
Since we had to leave our things on the bus, we didn't take any phones or money. Anyway, taking a picture from a watercraft will not work - we will still drown! And we don't need money at all. Everything is included! I took only a small old fotik. Maybe they don’t spion!
Having gathered more multilingual people in Kemer, we rolled along the already known road. We turned towards the mountains, however, a little earlier, before reaching Manavgat. Yes! The hills here are quite low. Exactly, the flat river is waiting for us!
The technical stop was in a very nice place.
The driver and the guide sat down to tea for a long time. So we had the opportunity to see everything three times.
And pick a couple of impressive mulberries. We also have these, but for the most part, much smaller.
On the serpentine, we were overtaken by an open jeep, in the back of which were a guy and a girl, who, apparently, were taken on a jeep safari. Our driver arranged a catch-up with them. When we caught up with them, the guide, who was sitting next to the driver, splashed water from a bottle through the window right on the guys. After that, our minibus pulled away so that they would not catch up. They caught up. Ours slowed down. Jeep too. The guide handed the girl an apple, like apologizing. She took it, and the mean guide splashed water on them again. After that we sped away. What a disgusting creature! We also later had the opportunity to verify this!
And the people on the bus were multilingual. But the guide spoke only Russian. And everyone seemed to understand. Behind us were guys of unidentified nationality. At first I thought that they were some kind of Volga Tatars, because they swore very professionally through the word. But later it turned out that they were not Tatars at all! And some Balts. Like, Estonians.
We've finally arrived. We were led under a shed lined with tables. And so the "instruction" began. Showed videos and pictures from previous races. The video disc was 20 bucks, and the photo disc was also 20 bucks. And wholesale - only 30! Then they said that the water in the river is cold and you can’t do without wetsuits! 5 bucks. Even if I had money with me, I would not take a wetsuit. I have a strong distaste for them. This is a stopyazzot man in him managed to sweat and register! How can I put this on myself? Fuuuuu! And in general, I don’t like rubber!
They also offered transparent rubber slippers and also for 5 bucks (although maybe 2). And those who wished were offered to sail not on a raft, but individually on a kayak. And also not free - five from the nose. Ten from a boat for two. True, the people who wanted to go, after watching the video, were a little scared. But someone, nevertheless, took it. Well, we, and the rest of the greedy people, put on life jackets and helmets, took an oar each and got back into the bus to go to the starting point. Here, as it turned out, was the finish line. But I still seized the moment and drove ashore to take a picture of the river. Quite a peaceful river. It is very similar to the Caucasian Zelenchuk in Arkhyz. The color of the water is very beautiful.
We arrived at the start. They sat on the rafts - six of us and two commanders. And the water in this place was completely and not so beautiful! Completely cloudy, dirty yellow. It turns out that it was raining in the mountains, and this dregs has already been brought here. That's lucky! And cold! No more than 18. And even 16. And we buried! Sneaky guides squirted. Both our own, like, to row faster, and from neighboring rafts. At first they shouted: “Don't splash! The water is cold (or dirty). But as soon as we swam ahead of them, they doused us from behind. However, we were not indebted. I also warmed my guide with an oar so that he would not splash. In general, it was fun. But, having swum quite a bit, we have already moored. We still have to make fun of us!
There was a narrow, narrow canyon in this place. And we were forced to jump into the water from a height of 4 meters. The guides said that those who did not jump would not get dinner. This is how they joked. They said who is pregnant can not jump. But I'm not pregnant (pah-pah! ). And quite calmly went to the cliff. Taking off his helmet, Vadik jumped. The helmet followed. It's my turn. Having waited for Vadik to sail away, I wanted to take a step into the abyss, but it seemed to me that I was wedged! The instinct of self-preservation pulled me back. What else is the news? I used to jump well, however, once it ended badly /blog-104502.html , and since then, if I have dived, then from a smaller height. From the side of the pool, for example. And yes, the head. For some reason, it was always scarier for me to jump with my feet. In short, no worries! Disgrace!
However, without even jumping, I got a powerful adrenaline rush. I went to the bridge, where the bulk of the people (apparently pregnant), stayed to watch the crazy, of which there were a dozen and a half. Only one more girl could not jump. The rest quite successfully portrayed themselves as a bomb. The photographer worked hard!
Then they built us into a train and dragged us along the river, where in some places our legs did not reach the bottom. I had to swim. Poor men! By the end of the swim, they had original ties! But after icy water, the body burns with fire, and it’s not even cold at all. And what for this wetsuit?
Having mocked enough, we were loaded onto the rafts again. And this river is not so peaceful. We passed about six or eight rapids. Luckily no one fell out. A photographer sat near each rapid on the shore and diligently recorded everything. They commanded exclusively in Russian. The Estonian couple, either did not understand, or played the fool. Rowing, some into the forest, some for firewood. And one man did not row at all, but filmed on a tablet. We were all surprised that he was still working and did not fly into the water. In short, we were overtaken by all and sundry. The instructors cursed us, but what's the point? Dirty water dried on the body, leaving gray stains. The sun came out and then disappeared, but there was no chill. And then it began to rain, which, fortunately, quickly ended. We were still completely wet. What difference does it make to us?
But we survived. They dragged their raft ashore, somehow washed the mud from the hoses, changed into dry clothes and went to dinner. Lunch was rather meager - a spoonful of porridge, a spoonful of salad and a small skewers of the sacred Turkish animal - chicken.
All this was distributed to us with lightning speed, as in the army. While we ate, we were shown the already edited video. And when did you have time? To look at all this disgrace from the outside was, of course, cool. But not for 20 bucks. Especially, as I stomped on the edge of the abyss.
A sip of whiskey would be nice now. But we missed something. We had to wait until we were taken to the hotel. We really liked the tour! For 10 bucks - a lot of impressions. If you're crazy enough, I highly recommend!
When we returned, the first thing we did was go to the reception desk to see what time they would kick us out of the hotel. You won't guess anything! In my favorite 3.15! How dear to me!
Unfortunately, they didn't let me sleep. All night (as it seemed to me) someone ran along the corridor and yelled. And I think they were Turks. Well, yes, Ramadan. During the day they are good, but at night they come off.
Departure was supposed to be at 7.30. But, as soon as I entered the airport, I already saw 9.00 on the scoreboard. Of course, Anex didn't know about it! What the hell was up at such an early hour? With a visit to the store, of course! In fact, we took off at 9.40. I brazenly “forgot” a bottle of water in my backpack. Ride. The plane and the child and mother somehow survived. In Kharkov, 4 buses were already waiting for us. 2 to the Dnieper and 2 to Zaporozhye. We dragged for 5 hours. Strongly braked technical stops. Until everyone stands in line and buys themselves a bunch of food, until then they all eat it. Then the queue to the terrible toilet (hello, Motherland! ). And we survived this without loss.
In Zaporozhye, our bomber was waiting for us. Complained that we arrived so late. He already has more clients on the way! In Zaporozhye, we constantly fell into the red wave. Lost a lot of time in the city. Daughter, having slept a little, was glad that everything went so well. And she was not seasick, and the little one is healthy. And then it began! Making up for lost time, the carrier drove like crazy. We were so telepaled from side to side that my daughter became ill. Rejoiced early! And the granddaughter continued to sleep. I had to wake her up, otherwise there would be a concert at night. Woke up. She's like an oven! 38, no less! This was just not enough! The last few tens of kilometers were very difficult. I also had a conflict at the checkpoint. But we will omit it so as not to excite the patriotic feelings of some fellow citizens.
We got home at 9 pm. For the last few kilometers, the child was torn from crying, but as soon as she got home, she rushed to her toys, not knowing what to grab onto. Despite the high temperature, she was cheerful and cheerful. As it turned out later, she picked up a viral stomatitis somewhere. And no wonder - the whole hotel, the whole plane, and also the bus were licked. And she was kissed by a nasty Cerberus, who took away food at the exit from the hotel canteen. Turks are generally kind to children. The flight attendants, they almost fainted, rolling their eyes at the sight of a small one. And this bastard also climbed to kiss! Some kind of pedophile!
Whatever it was, having had a temperature for 3 days, the small one recovered (pah-pah). In the end, everyone was happy with the trip. There is something to remember. I didn't even want to leave. Just a couple more days. But you need to get up from the table with a feeling of slight hunger, so as not to lose the sharpness of sensations and taste for life.
Thanks for reading!
