Mountain Navigation
29 December 2014, the morning after the new year's corporation... "Why would you want to buy tickets for this day? Ryukzak was premeditated two days earlier, left to put a toothbrush in there, get dressed and go. Gods, where? I answer: " Carpathians, of course " .
The road to Carpathians promised to be long. The plane moved me to Kiev first. That's where I spent half a day devoting this time to meet the city, and at night on a local train, Ivano Francosque. Sleep, sleep! ♪
Ivano-Frankiwiss through the Pivodini! Okay, who's the last one to bleed? At the station, I was met by our future guide, the great knowledge of Mount Roman. Turns out there was another member on the same train, Tanya. Roma was very kind to book us a low-cost hostel in the middle of the city, and we went there on the way to a local tourist store where I bought a cool water-breathing oil. Running forward, I'll say it's because of this mask that my old buries survived the camping and peacefully opted at home.
The rest of the day was traditionally devoted to meeting the city. The city was friendly with a new year's fire, lured in a cafe and souvenir shops and welcomed the unused architecture and colorite. Later, Rome reported that a trend had been observed: people were selling their homes, throwing everything and moving to Ivano-Frankowsk. Um, well, it's a yes...
We're out of the canvas, but it's hard to get back. The building was securely concealed from space radars, the shooter boyko jumped from one quarter to another, and the locals were swinging their heads: Street N? No, I don't know... " Well, they found a sin half. One uncle said, "This is the war right behind your backs."
They went to Sberbank again this morning. I've already been recognized, smiled. " These are my last roubles, so I'm not coming anymore " , and I'm saddened by the foreign currency armour.
From Sberbank, Tanya and I went to the station to the team site. Only ten people, all Ukrainians, I'm alone with Russia. We met, no one remembered, we were in the car. Eat for a few hours, so I'll sleep. "Marina... Vitalik... Marina... Vitalik... and laughter explosions. "Peaceful, that's good..." I thought.
Damn, the demand is cold. I got a little bit of a backpack and I got in the line. The New Year's Night was getting closer, the sun went down, the snow shurled and screamed under the moon, the trees scattered, the people sang and striving forward, to the cradle lost in the middle of the universe, where we were supposed to fall in 2015.
The village of Zelena is the nucleus of the Puppet.
There she is, the bell, X number one on the way. Sand, table, tops. After a while, the guys scattered the fire, there was a loaded tree in the center of the room, and there were delicious niggers on the table.
"Let's spend the past year on Moscow time! ♪ ♪ ”Let's go!
"Let's meet the new... ♪ ”Daaah!
"Now Ukrainian time! ♪ ♪ ”"Hurry! ”
Anyway, it was fun. Gifts, oranges, cats, contagious laughs and all. It's the first day of the new year. What do we do? We'll get the malnourished, we'll finish the malnourished, and we'll move on. It's like this forever.
Polyva's elephant is the Stupini Circle of Mount Ludova.
We went on the first day of the new year long, went through a lot, came in. Kolba, X Number Two, had an intelligent interface and made it clear that its perpetuals were people with fantasy.
