A journey in space and time, the Republic of Moldova - Ukrainian Carpathians - Republic of Moldova. Going on a trip, we certainly look forward to new experiences. For someone so pleasant idleness, to turn away from bustling daily routine, but for some it is the expectation unseen and untried before. It is well produced, when the word «tourism» invested not wallow for two weeks in the Turkish beach, a journey in the literal sense of the word: whether on foot, by car, bicycle or boat, kayak. No difference - total immersion in the reality of the environment provided. And so it turned out with my campaign in the western part of Ukraine - and the kind of close, and neighbors, but all totally different. Foot journey to the mountains should provide a welcome solitude, clean air, clear water from a wily mountain rechushek. Further rafting on the river kayaking. Case - a nice warm, quick-changing landscapes, encounter. Cyclists also will allow for one day to travel the distance to which foot should be 3 days. Not everything turned out as planned - but that is all the charm of travel, as measured, and the strict regulations of the day and enough days.
Getting to the mountain site started from a small village of Staraya Guta at the foot of Mount Syvuli. Everything else, which we with our capital concerns to the problems of local residents. From our altitude it seems - that might be interesting in the foothill village life? However, the days here are filled with their concerns: worries, all the village - who is married, interested in what lay the table? Woman sits on zavalinke, reflects how much water to apply, the rains have not been. Little pastushonok impatiently drive Staiky neposedlivyh gusyat, waggle its twig - barefooted, happy, smiling somehow my thoughts. Why not smile? There is still one summer day, a few weeks before school, cares little, if only the mother in the garden is not driven.
You go to the village, drink the air - so it is very rich aromas of herbs and flowers. Around the mountains, pine forest - probably grow up, they are long, old already. That would have settled here - the thought comes unbidden. But it is for us, the urban village - exotic, but for them - that rise with the dawn, broken roads, inexorably approaching the need to repair the house, outhouse, and the expectation of crops from which to feed the entire year. Local residents and the beauty that can not see common time ago. They have one more day to go, and it was good. Yes, as they say, «Fear of execution desires».
Well, okay, like sadness, ahead of - the mountains, but rather a fairly high by the standards of the Carpathian - Syvulya. 1836 meters above sea level - this is nearly 4 kilometers of steep path to recovery. Numerous streams are forced to show the wonders dexterity, unfamiliar birds sometimes fly almost from under the feet, the rustle in the bushes gives the presence of some forest animals, however, is quite harmless: predators long ago learned to hide from people. Thick fog does not give rise to the top of the first day, have to stay at night on the slopes. Here is a wonderful meadow, several hectares of mountain herbs pahuchih. Because of the fog popryatalis bees, not even heard of mosquitoes, such as suddenly becoming a sad and lonely. Yes, the long loneliness suddenly turns into a nostalgia for the noise and bustle. But not for long - just give thoughts slowly leaking, and they gradually flow to the path of thinking of something eternal, highest, that is forgotten among the daily concerns. It starts raining and you quickly put up tents, you realize how little it is necessary for happiness: dry, warm, nourishing dinner gurgle on primus and will be ready very soon. Yes, this is written, and you do not just read, but here is the full, conscious sense of feel for the first time. And the morning - peak, is still delayed by fog. However, they are so beautiful, the mist adds charm, some kind of mystique, anxiety. Light rapid descent, the move to the river and two days of rafting on the river kayaking. Case. It features: the cries of herons, indignant cry suddenly caught frogs, landscape, changing for each turn and furtive, the water, fishermen, and left to catch the sunrise on his punt. Rowing tihonechko fear fishery, because not catch rod, cast net. Since lines do not feed, and then at least some fish, let him be. Finished water of over 100 km with. Sosnovka - Rivne region is moved to the native Moldova and had a bicycle with a friend îáúåçæàþ Old Orhei. This is a wonderful place in which time, if it has stopped. The river, steep slopes, forests - are all gathered in one place. If we add here a clear understanding of these ancient sites, then it is understandable why the soul and body feed on the energy from this source.
Interestingly, the man pulls that carries in it a continuous cycle of motion? Because each of us across the universe - no more than a very small insect. Nothing. But we have to scramble their imaginary peaks, falls, climb back - some even manage to reach the top, and many all time sliding down. We have the ears in a world of things, competing with one another in prosperity and success. Immersed in the sea of negative information is difficult vyplyvaem and Seto on frailty of this world. Why? Answer: No. Thank you, and that has at least a question. This is a step forward. I hope not the last.