Strong 1/2 bustling, examined machinery and gave me instructions, rash thinking that I react to them. ? But no, all my life forces were deployed on one - wake up, and all there is important details basically flew by! The conclusions of my sleepiness not passed us by within the road, due to the fact that I have not managed closely to help her husband to collect stuff, I just place a brake on its request to obtain the money for the journey. My strongest 1/2 regarding the truly outstanding personality of him for an hour managed to pack the stuff I only collected food and clothing issued, to monitor the state of technology, to drive a path map to KPKashku, make tea in a thermos, a smoke with a cup of tea every morning to see schools with soap and rylnymi procedures, dress himself and the hardest to obtain to meet me - the sleeping beauty, and only slowly moving within the apartment. And finally, we are on bikes. Each regarding the tiny carrier mode, the mass of a comfortable, almost not noticeable.
The weather was overcast and slightly cool, but to venture by bicycle - just right. Like a true gentleman, husband missed me forward, preferring lags behind and manage the entire process. We went on a well-unused our route through the old village to Luke. Approximately 500 yards from the house-ah we recognized the fact that a young lady did forget the money and we have the soul of a penny. Subsequent to analyzing our requirements, we decided to leave forward and not back, well and accordingly together with the lip on a leash.
The path to Tyvrova was normal, we drove along, fool around, shouting songs, cutting the air, raising powder and causing eyebrows twitched passers-by in a little villages. Nature was just wonderful with nice painted hairpin shock of hair forests. What kind of indescribable palette. What not ever tell friends, and we have the highest many nice land! On the bridge throughout the Southern Bug, just prior to the Tyvrovom, we met an engagement procession. The older witness was well built and dressed in a brief yellow dress with bare return and the impressive cleavage.
My tough 1/2 not ever hesitate to photograph below the appearance of picturesque landscapes, stop and examine everything that delighted the eye. But I should speak - he was not alone is such drivers saluted the procession bloodcurdling droning horns, while the newlyweds vain attributed it to his account, all the attention regarding the drivers had been directed at the railing of a bridge bent over the witness. Thank The god crashes did not happen, that can not but rejoice. And so, receiving a little shots, we continued our journey. Exactly the method we did not know, therefore, turned a corner, which indicated a tough 1/2 regarding the words we seem to be here! Possessing seen the sacrificial specimen passer-by, we ran into him with a bunch of questions, how greatest we can to obtain to village Strelchintsy, due to the fact that that is where we are going to continue our journey on the riverbank.
We pointed out the road, but warned, in no function not to turn to right - or leave into a sure village whose name I did not hear and did not even try to remember. Location the fork pointed out barely extensively, but we are relying on intuition, defined its own and correctly. In Tyvrove I was first time. I can not speak that it I was very impressed by the village like a settlement, but the people there exists barely sociable and friendly. As we drove beyond it, we have not once used the greatest of guides, namely language.
Cycling without such a book on what does not fit! This rule. The path outside Tyvrova, as in other matters prior to him is not very saturated with machines, so you can like sleek air, and many more pure, than within the winery. Possessing gone 5 kilometers, I realized that my stomach reminded of its existence, and not basically a sucking pit of his stomach, and greedily yelling: Release me an elephant, and the fewer I not ever agree! Subsequent to overcoming another rise at the exit from the next village - by the way, cold rise - long and around the pine trees! You drive, little hard, but breathe deeply pine fumes from this skills development bliss! I spoke about that I shall not leave distant until you calm below a hungry beast, waking up in my belly. So we did, came out on top, decide a location poromantichnee of available, and began to feast. When starting a backpack was discovered that the aristocratic habits were not only not reasonable, and arrogance.
Volodya darling backpack was completely wet, and with him his jacket and newspapers, he brought just in case, and roll, and compacts, in general, all the content, well, at fewest the simple food supplies have been safely hidden within the basin and carefully packed in a bag. I was very indignant that I asked all the things clothes for me to put, and you are greedy and scared me to reboot, etc. , in brief all the usual women's epithets and vozmuschalki. But the highest many unpleasant in this whole situation turned out, not even the fact that we had no tea, but the fact that the thermos was not two of us and barely ancient yet savdepovskoy quenching and this basically can not be found. Possessing spoke about my real many vozmuschalok, I began to close us table, and her husband brushed his jacket from tiny fragments of mirrors from a thermos bottle and hung it to dry.
I was so upset due to the fact that regarding the thermos, which even for a time forgot overpowers me the feeling of hunger, but opening the coxae and inhaling the aroma of goodies stored there, I felt an irresistible desire to proceed together with the gluttony that very moment, and if the contents of an products of food is not enough to leave hunting within the nearby backpack to discover a stockpile of canned the next day. This cycling, unfortunately, or fortunately, abounds with such jokes. Subsequent to chewing first sandwich, I realized that not only the fear has large eyes, hunger - twin brother. While within the stomach violently hunger, it seems that no ammunition is not enough to satisfy him, mostly outdoors. After eating, we have some time resting.
Coming out regarding the bush plantations, we located that the district was considerably cooler, wind rose. First, we decided to continue the journey, not putting themselves anything, they say, cooled down, we shall move - warm up, but no return passing than the more intensely we worked down, the colder it became. You speak - a paradox? Sure, but we then began to descend from the hills and the greater pedaling a bike, the more velocity dialing, and the wind was angry with us for impudent rivalry with him, and blew all the harder. Near the end, I repeatedly freaked out and demanded the clothes, blackmailing, that is not moving. Blackmail, oddly enough, and this time I came below with it.
I got a T-shirt, and place on her, showing tiny nude rare passing car, and with a satisfied expression on his face sat within the saddle. I ponder that is what little thing - place a tiny tee shirt that fits Vovka in a fist, and how it became warmer basically not ever describe in words. Another 800 meters of path delighted tolerable, asphalt, and then went unpleasant and uncanny trembling Moshchenko. It's just kapets! Massager from advertising Andres, just a fraction does not drop, there have only model buttocks furiously shaking, and then the brains to beat at a furious pace. The highest many entertaining that we were not even sure related to the correct direction to go, sending their bicycles on pure intuition.
So quietly kotyas the cobblestones, we drove into the village, whose name had remained dense mystery. At the entrance we caught the car Moskvich. We stopped him, clarified the route, sat below on the faithful horses and went forward. Subsequent to 150 meters - 200 we saw a farm, built in a medieval castle. Very interesting buildings such I have not seen.
There should have been the villagers popredpreimchevee should state skolotitit tourists. little exaggeration course, but the building is indeed a very zanimanitelnoy architectural ideas. On the other side exactly face-to-farm spread out another miracle. Standard village shop with a neatly whitewashed facade and a smiling reveal the door, but we just sign charmed with wit and eccentricity - first anti-crisis Shop - in as. That component probably is not funny, but you should have seen how dense and desolate village, and then this vyvyazka.
take pictures and poumelyayas we continued traveling below the slope, trying to leave on the slightest footpath or roadside bypassing massage darlings, bumpy cobblestones. To leave, then we moved, but then followed the rise and strength to overcome it was gone. Headache, tired to catch the brain, so as not to spill any. Dismounting, I started to conquer the peak disappearing within the rotation, and Volodya darling, like a true person should not release up. He then used his bicycle like a scooter, then gracefully prancing on it, demonstrating the ease and vskarabkivaniya podkalyvaya me.
And like a knight clad in armor was heavy, but surely.
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