DEAR all KU
gamardzhoba those who is called, EDSy and other heavy pieces
In short her watch at eleven pm FRIEND calls me and says, let’s go, well, I naturally like a dog always ready (while in contact until the mail while on the site a couple of wills govnokomentov) phoned to Nord (the one going to the output identity) and went to collect snaryagu, since it took a long time traveling a lot and it
IL 12 weapons (in a case) and 50 rounds of BC (fraction 000, 5 ka, five bullets they are old decided to «shoot») and PB4ML OCA with BC 8 rounds (mainly missiles lighting)
couple with a knife, a couple of sleeping bags (easy and Briton), tent, outdoor kitchen (with 450tym balloon), grub, 2 pharmacy pouch, foam, maskhalat Sweatshirt from «natovki» socks underwear, SNEAKERS, SAPERKA, an ax, a kilo of salt sidushka, towel and soap rylnye, flashlights, camera down, folding chair, and other useful things (rope there, etc. etc.) is shorter turned me here is such a backpack
shorter rise at five in the morning, running through the park on a tram to get to the bus station on the Bypass, tram how to order high-floor and ryukom it can stand only polupriside, kondutorsha begins brain on the topic (and for luggage, I did not get around you, and where are you going etc) cute smile, all behind, smile as in the pictures
Separated on the corner and Dnipropetrovsk DESTINY throws me another stone in his bosom, to understand repairman RAILS bastards, and this means only one run to Obvodny Tambov (all 6 blocks) and Obvodny (another), shorter course livanul rain (and he Scout not wet and invigorates singing «business card») reaches the ticket counter, and recognize that NO TICKETS
here would end the article but I pulled to the Metro Bypass canal (remembering that the station recently built) is shorter than an hour later, I’m at the bus station in Devyatkino, bus tickets and have an hour (until spotted in a chest next to the station freight scales threw them ryuk, arrow showed 53 kg) normalek, I thought, and added to it a couple of beers poltorashek (Patsanchiki hearty, hearty) overload frustrated with mounting strap, ryuk warped. I fidgeted and as a result broke the buckle on your belt at all, remaining time (waiting for the bus) spent on strengthening and transformation of the strap and belt in a booster cushion for the sacrum (well, it’s like eating with Tipo RPSkoy carry in pocket is ryuke) The long-awaited bus (to Olonec bit shorter somewhere north) please wake me up at Pacha, fall to the flask and falling into the arms of Morpheus. Overall awake, go to meet, I am loaded and go.
dalshche than in the thicker forest partisans
then on «Pellet» down Fox River (a tributary of the Svir its delta) down to the Poconos (or as it is called here LAKE)
and here I was met by boats and torrential rain, but you can gather and begin to look out for ruzhzhzhzho ducks
can not imagine how my Dersu Hall caters Ladoga (navigator does not exactly have a compass it I have not seen even once), but after 10 liters of gasoline, we arrived on the island and he Gorgatuha confidently point the finger at the impenetrable reeds said Skerry and pointed me to a pine in the distance
Pushed for nook fairway paddle (the motor can not go out there throwing up transom) we landed and my guide (by the way his name is Serge) took me to the old fishing camp (I must say classy place) pine is very well sealed against wind and rain on our shurshunam seen how strong was dozhdina and even with the wind snaryagu dragged from the boat to the shore in a boat earrings were 2 mattresses and polyethylene which could not fail to please, here decided to put up a tent in the first lines, and set
it’s inside it is in the vestibule general view of the camp
Incidentally one of the objectives was to test new travel ankle boots from COYOTE Buteks quite nice and comfortable, although a couple of months of operation dragged little eyelets (but not critical) generally very soft (not rubbed the calluses from the start) and do not get wet all day pouring rain at the pictures you can see the droplets roll down hydrophobic Velour
decided to sit down to refresh warm trunks (for hanging on a rope under a keg of Heineken) Yeshe little refreshment and finally the rain stopped fucking District cry announcing TIME FOR GUYS Krabi we began to move around the island
pictures are all made on the fly because the quality and do not shine
shurshuny we took off and amuse drying on rope
visible on the pictures part of the fairway where we pushed the boat on the legs of earrings were Bolotnikov I COYOTE respectively ankle boots, speed and agility he told me I was much inferior to easily jump from tussock to tussock and ran overcame Carr, giving tibia dive, but open water course I was not overcome, so that » selection «killed ducks hung on earrings
PREM ON island looks like this (as in the photo) duck was not that I was not much, but it was a helluva lot Frightening, as does the penultimate day of the hunt is not the first even when her hands catch
all can watch ankle boots were tested more than adequately, (I always dress 2 white cotton sock if leaked somewhere it would be seen immediately) grated on feet is also not noted eyelets «cured» of pliers viktorinoksa
God forgive me, but dead ducks community because browning, I do not fotkal, ezhali who strongly believes word can already take a picture of cut (just defrosted soup set) so that this issue hurry
dined in general (for 150g canned porridge and went to bed)
slept nervously (feared that steal from motor boats, and on the island of Robinson Crusoe is embarking on an indefinite period of time) in order to avoid what bad things from time to time protruded from the vestibule and fired a flare shell WASPS towards boats in order to see whatever it is.
the weather is great (was warm) and finally died down wind
dress Seregin Bolotnikov and stomp push the boat on the water (until he be on duty at breakfast)
in general, had breakfast and pomomchali, first threw «donk» and then embarked on the notch
I like to listen to the birds did escape from the city
more waited at the appointed place of local guys (friends of my guide), they brought us a petrol (that ended) one took with them and went to really spend the last day of hunting (to shoot more ducks) sent a man back
And then began the utter HORROR
Ladoga as always proved its mettle, (And in fact we have been warned by that brief wave yes 2.5 meters is possible) but the weather was angelic
she probably changed minutes for 10syat gusty winds gusting , abruptly had to leave for the island, on the way to Skerries already chatted well, just not childish , Serge knocked the motor and lifted him (so as not to break) I rushed to the nose and grabbed the paddle began to push us to the beach (180 meters before him — 200) and then hits the bump stick my paddle tightly out in the mud, the boat pulls me on dunks times in ice-cold water , another boost from a gust of wind and I’m going to the top of the legs over the side ( ITS MARCH, March 8th is to say, that is to say all female beings in the universe at once ) Sweeps in my brain, the body instantly feels very cold water slide wet instantly, ankle boots by the way is not immediately filled with water (they were tightly laced) that gave me the opportunity to push off from the bottom and resurfacing throw in boat purse with documents (wet ruthlessly), clothing drags down (there is not deep but then I paddle from bumps and repelled by it will not sit between them more than 2 meters depth, where the bumps themselves then perhaps forty meter (fucking algae) shorter than I have nothing to lose (grab thrown me end Alexandrov who do not know (and laziness on the link to go) is a rope on the bow boat so called) and start on the fairway Burlacha boat to shore. Scrambling ashore squeeze hill (just icy wind), hang to dry all (of course immediately starts to rain) and I climb into the tent (well at least the towel was) wipes (chilled creepy) get into a sweatshirt and maskhalat (more then nothing) 0.5 fluid Mendeleev and sleeping till morning
Understand what it is like in the morning until cold running squeezed hung etc. but I am afraid it is not freepoint BACK (only while tumbling plucked, only the cold wind Do not know) which is the ultimate photo after drowning mastered fotik ONLY BECAUSE fix, and he took it and was dead, and Khan ALL batteries (including those that were in the bag slides), the phone also likes to swim , but the main document
generally feel the temperature began to rise (back hurt more) until collected camp I realized that I did not pick up something that is not ryuk (although it has become easier to 30 rounds without grub and bottles) okay there ryuk ME NOT straighten .
With difficulty snaryagu ship in boat in not leave in a calm lake every jump on the wave (though I sat on the floor lying locker podsteliv 2 mattresses) was given a wild pain in the back, a net smelt dream shall draw from the pier, though on his knees gently nurturing me in the beginning, after 4.5 hours were rejected as not real.
In general, we arrived in Old Sviritsa, unloaded the boat already willpower vnutremyshechno injected himself vial Voltaren and ate 2 «wheel» ketanola (one hell did not help)
Rang-in-law, (he «Road of Life» lives) waited until it will reach to me while waiting for «overalls» ducks (that is filmed snih skin stocking with feathers not to pinching and not scorch) of offal took liver, heart, and stomach (Especially need to clean it) came in-law (as chief veterinarian) examined ducks and 2 rejected, they went to feed the dog at the same time with that muskrat the day before came to hand. The rest is packed in bags.
Did not go straight home (spent the night in-law) 350 miles, my back would not stand, in the morning the temperature is below 38, currently vporol milgamu diklofinak and drank ferveks got home, lips herpes ALL (already talking lisping) laid the throat, the temperature dropped only schya why not write an article once (but ruzhzho cleaned IMMEDIATELY )
IS IT SURVIVAL than bondage, I am happy and RAD that at least a little after porazmyatsya urban seats