Mountain Almaty Zybra – the beginning

Here it is, my story about the mountains, this is a description of the “Zero Day” (day of preparation) and “The first day” (we will drive up to the first place of the night). Unfortunately, the pictures are at the Book of the Book, so I can not provide you with, since he is currently working out all his weekends, or rather 10 days in a row,.

That because of which I uk-casino-club.uk disappeared for some time from the Blogs of the SG, because of which I did not write at all, because of which there were no “writings” issues for a long time, and that’s why I had no idea what to write about (but what to write there, I could not write at all, neither physically, nor morally) lies in this story in this story. Which I decided to write during the second day of my campaign, so that there was an incentive to go and rejoice at frankly beautiful, frightening, and very dangerous landscapes. This thought, plus the desire to get to the house, along with the desire to survive, helped me get to the house.
Well, now in order ..
How it all began

It all started with the fact that my brother Eugene (in the common people, “Groztyakus Brataneticus”), he also John, suggested at the end of August this year and our common friend (and relative) from Karaganda, named Roman, on a short journey along the mountains.
The route ran through the border zone of Kyrgyzstan, to the Kyrgyzstan itself. Since his brother in his student years worked in a tour, and often drove foreigners from Almaty in Issyk-Kul, with various routes, he knew the map of the terrain perfectly and all the most nishtyak places. And when he described me a route and gave me a map with a route laid on Google Maps, I had no doubt that it would be a good walk among the mountains along the path, and I could mentally relax from work, family, and everything else that I was already pretty tired.
Well, what was said, I received tedious instructions from my brother on equipment, they chose the days of the week during which we retrained in the Gurry Wisokorna Orylov, planned food, and everything else. I have a 2×2 schedule at work, 2 days fell off for 2 days rest. So in order to prepare for a campaign, go to the mountains, return and at least a little to relax physically after that, I needed 7 days. Accordingly, for 7 days in a row, I need to work for 7 days. It was from these 7 days that everything went "by Moses".
I work in the first (and only) karaoke bar in my city. Moreover, not some ordinary bar, but relatively elite, as its name "riviera". And “Riviera” in our city is an entertainment complex on the shore of the reservoir containing a hotel, an elite restaurant, a casino, a summer platform on the pier, a kindergarten, and much more (again, I will recall all this on the banks of VDNH.). Respectively, our karaoke is in some kind of elite. We do not have a common hall, there are 5 cabins. 2 VIP booths, and 3 ordinary. All are designed for a small company of 8 people or more. All this hangs on one waiter (and in my case, also a bartender). So, the picture: the end of the summer (everyone wants to relax), 5 booths, one waiter-barman. 7 days in a row from 17-00 to 6-. Given the renewal, I appeared at home at almost 7-00, then went to bed and at 14-00 lifting. Now we put it all up: the 13-hour working “day” (working night will be more true) at the end of the summer season (which means there are enough people, and I had banquets 4 out of 7 days), with 7 hours to sleep … You can imagine what kind of well-being I had after this “Marathon of spared workaholics”?! (All this paragraph is dedicated only to the release of everything boiled and nothing more, I do not complain and do not try to knock out a tear out of you. =))
So…

Day No.-0
I am in the form of a “meat -shaped humanoid relative piece of unknown mass” at 6 in the morning I fall into the apartment strictly on the “autopilot”, and fall into bed. At 11:00 I will be the joyful physiognomy of my “brother” who came from Almaty, and reports the joyful news “Sanchello wake up, hare. Right now we will meet beer and I will take you to Almaty."
A small retreat … My brother lives and works in Almaty, a bartender at the hotel "G.Q.»For service bar. So, a couple with our common friend, they keep several dumpled beer points in Kapchagai. And 2 times a week come to meet beer, pay for it, and pick up the revenue.
In general, I woke up, washed down, collected all the equipment, and threw it all (threw myself and himself) into the car to his brother. After a short trip around the city with an intermediate tending of a pile of 50-liter barrels of beer, we left the city. At the entrance to Almaty I was awakened by a gigant and delighted me with news. That my Sumar is too small and I need at least 2 times more.(Initially, we agreed that everyone carries his things (warm at night), and divided the equipment into three. More precisely … My brother carries 2 sleeping bags and tent, a friend carries his bag, karimat, and gas cylinders, I carry all the provisions and Karimat of my brother.(Well, there are 3 more liters of warming liquids, but we also divided them equally)) so I had to call all my classmates and friends in the city to get a convenient sumar that will be at least a little more than mine. As a result, I found a backpack half (!) More than mine, originally from China (although mine was far from from China). I looked at this “miracle with straps” as a fascist … with terrible distrust, although a friend, in turn, assured him that he would withstand 20 kg. No problems. Well, there’s no choice, we have to take it … Toward evening, I rolled my brother with my brother with my brother, in a one-room apartment, and fell to sleep in the kitchen. My next jamb, I went to bed under a thin sheet, near the open window. In the evening it can still sleep so normal, but as it turned out at night it is already very cold. And waking up at 6 am from the cold, I realized that in the morning it would be funny and snotty.
Day No.-1
I have repeatedly noticed that the ghost of the “captain of obviousness” often instills in me … Having sneezed and burst out, I slowly fanned to gather. Since it was 7 in the morning, and a friend from Karaganda came by train at 7-40. The collection was as fast as possible, and already at exactly 7-40 we were at the station. And were surprised that in Kazakhstan trains are able to come on time. Therefore, at 8-00 in the morning we were already near the wholesale where we were supposed to purchase a provisions and. … although it opens at 9-00 = _ = ". After the purchase, we drove home, unloaded had breakfast with dumplings (which I then spared for a long time) and moved to a hunting store for a gas burner and gas cylinders.
By 13-00, all purchases were made, the backpacks were equipped, and we are collected and tuned. After 10 minutes of taxi fishing, we agreed to be thrown as much as possible into the mountains, and if desired to the place of departure.
The place of departure begins below the "Big Almaty Lake". And to be precise then at the end of the pipe, for water supply. It goes from the "Bao" down to the pumping station near the city. The length of the pipe itself is about 8-10 km. And only 2-3 km. It goes under a strong slope of the mountain, at the very bottom near the aquifer (the beginning of our path).
We were lucky, the taxi driver brought us to the pipe itself, but we were delayed by the next jamb … I had a strap on my backpack, which was loaded with the 19th (before the departure weighed x)) by kilograms of things and provisions.(although a friend assured that he would easily withstand 20 kg.) In any case, it was too late to return and we decided that we would put it with a set of threads that we for some reason abandoned into the first-aid kit (the brother apparently imagined ourselves to Rimbo). Having reached a hug with a backpack to the slope of the mountain, on which the pumping is located, we arranged a field of the backpack resuscitation point, and for any fireman we checked the remaining 2 bags for “surprises”. After 30 minutes, I was ready to continue the way with a needle and threads.
The beginning of the path was not complicated, but you can’t call it easy … A metal staircase made of iron rods that walked along a large pipe was broken in places, and in places … it was not at all. And all this fun was at a decent angle (about 40 degrees). The first platform (for a break at least) was 200 meters from the beginning of the pipe, and a very interesting inscription “First part was written on the pipe! I liked it?", Nearby, another inscription" Very "flaunted. Standing on this site, tired and flooded later, we looked at each other and moved on.
But to our regret, we noticed that the slope became much cooler and climbing us not 200 meters on it as last time, but already 300. In addition to this, the same “Underword” ended on the first part of the journey, and we had to climb the usual concrete slabs walking along the pipe. But no matter how no longer we went up to the second site … and saw another "rock painting" performed by the same author from the first site. She was no longer literary, the author was clearly disappeared, and he decided to express his well -being in an obscene version. We made a throat of water from the flask, rested (since we had quite a lot of weight in the backpacks), looked at each other, talked, and moved on.
We were not surprised that the slope became larger, the plates disappeared, they began to go hard, the sun was at the zenith, and poured us with the hot rays of the sun, who fought with a variable breeze for the right to rule over us. Fortunately, while we rose up, we could fill the flask at any time and refresh ourselves in a clean mountain river, which slowly dragged from the nearest glacier and formed entire systems of mountain rivers. Near us a little brook, which was separated from the older sister of the Big Almatinka, which flowed in the next gorge. During the approach, I noticed a metal “cable” (well, like a cable … an all-metal rod) almost 500 meters long. Stretching from the 3rd site to the end of the approach, it was stretched right near the pipe, so it was difficult to notice it. As I understood later … Better, I did not notice it, because because of the 2-liter metal flask, the drive up in the area of ​​the abdomen with the help of the cable was problematic and inconvenient. An attempt to suck the flask for a backpack did not solve the problem, but gave the opportunity to use the “4wd” and my lifting became much faster, and I literally ran to the top … although I was tired.
After I caught my breath, I noticed that we are standing in a big meadow, on which there is another group of people. But they were radically different from us. They did not have large bags, they were easily dressed, and did not even have water bottles with them. But they all held shallow bags in their hands, and gloves were dressed on their hand. Everything was clear with them, they collected “mushrooms” that grew in this clearing in large numbers. A minute later, my brother and his friend "crawled out" to the clearing. Brother decided to take off Sumar, and got into him right on him. At this moment, we were noticed by the “mushrooms”, as befits everyone, they waved our hand as a greeting, well, they talked in quiet. Since it was really ridiculous from the side: 2 men with bags of size almost like themselves, with tired physiognomy, sitting and getting high, when 1 guy with a relatively small backpack is staring over them, and calmly jumps on the area in search of all sorts of “nishtyaks” in the form of the same “casual painting” that we had previously seen before. Unfortunately, her author apparently did not master the latter. =)
Well, a break is a break, but we have to go further, although we have nowhere to rush, it’s a stone’s throw to the “bao”, and even 17-00 not even 17-00. After the break, we moved further along the pipe. Ahead of us was expected by another small "hillock" on which the pipe was flooded. As soon as we got to him, the ghost with Romych began to play at the 5th point and they decided to climb the pipe, and after the approach, they joyfully continued their walk around the pipe with a diameter of 2 meters. I, in turn, drove up the sedics up and continued a walk along the rolled road. Having passed along the road a certain distance, I lost these two abbilts who joyfully hooted walking around the pipe hanging in some places as much as 2-3 meters above the earth.(what in the compartment with a weighty bag and an uneven landscape with cobblestones could give an unforgettable fall down). Without thinking twice, I found a place where you can crumble on the pipe … Well, of course I climbed onto her. The view opened the front: a small slope leading to the green valley through which the next nameless mountain river flows, in the distant one can see how the dashed road with a serpentine rises up to the dam, to the dam that restrains the “Big Almaty Lake”.
From such beauty, I lost myself a little, and did not even notice how my brother and his friend came to me. Having a little rest, at the same time discussing the route, we moved on. Our task was simple and banal as “Cossacks without wheels”, and to be more precisely, then stupidly climb onto the dam and fall out there for the night. Having stepped on the pipe for the first time … to be honest, it was small, and the first 30 meters of walking on a flat pipe that was under a small tilt down. I frankly swearing and tried not to make a parody of Salto-Mortal under acceleration due to the weight of the backpack, and dangling on it in all directions of a full metal 2-crap flask of water with water. But to be honest, then beauty distracted me again, the beauty because of which I completely forgot about the fact that I was standing 3 meters above the ground, and I go without looking at my feet at all. In short, I had a feeling of fear on a certain straight interval, until we began to approach the river over which the pipe passes. Having reached the river, I noticed that the bridge leading the river does not inspire confidence, and without thinking twice we decided to cross the river with the help of a pipe. Since the pipe was still decently rising above the ground, and the river flowed along a modest hollow, it was 5 meters over the seething ice water was “sobbing”, especially considering the wind that prevented the equilibrium, and the moisture content of the pipe due to the river flowing below. Be that as it may, we crossed it without much difficulty, and decided to go down the pipe so that the adventures to the 5th point did not find us. While we were going down from the pipe, we noticed two more dudes with huge backpacks who walked up the rolled road. Moreover, they walked suspiciously quickly, as if it were not their bags, but 2 cellophane bags, because of which they rapidly caught up with us. I have already decided to fall into a small depresh associated with the fact that we are going like turtles and these two sprinkle like rabbits. By the time we approached the serpentine lifting us on the platinum, these “rabbits” were caught with us, and decided to break the mountains up, but we, in turn, slowly rose along the way. To our universal surprise, when we turned out to be because of the turn, we expected to see two breathless “rabbits”, but the Oblomingo bird visited us and we only managed to see the heels of our “satellites”, and in the next 3 seconds they disappeared behind the hill. Well, nothing can be done, and we got further. We would bring up a short -lived, and uniform, except that the panorama of the path we had passed before us, and he seemed negligently small. However, during the approach on the way, we saw a fence on which there was a message like “passage is prohibited! Next is the border (!) ". At that moment I was dumbfounded, and soon began rust over the message (since the border zone, and even more so the border cannot pass below BAO. because the lake itself is not even near the border zone, and even more far from the border.) Having finally risen upstairs, we saw an even more beautiful picture, a large mountain lake into which 2 mountain rivers flow, and all this is among the mountains of the mountains 3000 meters high. By this point, we were unrealistically tired and decided the bomb for a break right on the dam itself, simultaneously looking for a place for an overnight stay, since Bao was our first place of night. After 5 minutes, we noticed that the 3rd people are coming to us in civilian form and obviously want to talk about something with us. As it turned out, it was a police officer “Kuzet”, their task in this section was simple, to monitor that no one would go further than “Bao”. Since further “Bao” to be dofiga who clearly will not be with us to grab and folded us into “Crendel”, they will be fined for trying to cross the border, and sent back. What is the most interesting, we never saw those 2 "rabbits". After asking about them from the Kuzettsev we learned that they drowned so quickly that they had to send 2 of them after them after. Indeed, a few minutes later we watched as these 2 “fast-headed beats” descended along the path, accompanied. As it turned out later, these were 2 tourists from France who stopped in the boarding house "Alpine Rose". This was their speed, this boarding house costs 2 kilometers below the BAO (when we set up up about 7 kilometers). After a little clarification of the reasons for all this lawlessness, we learned that, because of the recent “pelvis” in Kyrgyzstan the border and the border zone was expanded, and you can get to any place noted in our route only by handing a whole pack of documents (and of course money) to a specific office). And then, in this case, it does not guarantee that you can go normally along the route.
But, we were not going to retreat, and began to pry any other routes along which the brother could spend us. It turned out that we cannot go to any of the 3rd sides from Bao, only back! After a small symbolic “contribution” to the BAO security fund, we gained access to one route. "Kuzetovtsy" kindly showed us the place located under their supervision, and allowed us to spend the night. And they said that at night they patrol him, and asked “if you hear steps and see the light of the flashlight, the request not to run out with a knife or ax!". After they retired, we put a tent, changed into warm things (as in the summer pants and a sleeping bag you can “froze all the bells”) and began to portray themselves with fakirs … Along the mastering method of “using a gas cylinder in the mountains”. After all the preparations and the destruction of the reserves of our provisions, my disease woke up again, and I was frankly “shitty” … After which I began to be treated with hot tea, and “warming liquid of 10 years of aging”. Then he calmly fell asleep like a “killed” and did not wake up until the morning.
But before going to bed, I was visited by the thought that the “turtles” still overtook the “hares”, and it would go much further than them. But if I knew how tomorrow’s route will turn around, I would become a “hare” and went down to the city.