Hitchhiker to the Caucasus and back. Spring 2007. Part 2.

This is a continuation of my story as I hitchhiked to the Caucasus. Start here: Hitchhiker to the Caucasus and back. Part 1.

Eighth day. Tuapse-Anastasievka.

Half a day they waited for Commander while he repaired the car. He has a blue, not even a blue penny. And he rides on it, like a real Schumacher, on mountain serpentines. Just manage to hold on. However, everything goes like this, a feature of these places. Hot mountain guys, with boiling blood in their veins, can not resist the tide of adrenaline.

Fulfilled one of the points of his plan - drankKuban Burenka. If a person loves ryazhenku, he should try this just megarezhenko. After it, everyone else in the mouth will no longer climb. In search of a store, they walked through the back streets of Tuapse - completely different vegetation, cypress trees, Pizundian pines, already blossoming cherries and plums, the streets at an incline of almost 45 degrees, and a very dense population, the house on the house. The friends of Commander, with whom we had dinner yesterday, on 6 acres there are three houses where all their relatives live. Those who are accustomed to the Russian expanses of fields and steppes, in the coastal zone will live hard. From the elevation of the city of Tuapse offers a magnificent view of the turquoise sea. Well here in April, when the holiday season has not yet begun.

Hooray! I bathed in the sea. Transparent, cold and pleasantly salty. This Commander drove us to Kiselev rockwhere he spent all his childhood. How beautiful it is there, and the view from the cliff, and the rock itself, and the seashore.

Rock Kiseleva. About Tuapse.

Rock Kiseleva. About Tuapse.

When I was little, my mother and I several timeswent to Lazarevskoye. Where I had to catch every evening from the sea. And even though I spent all day in the water, it was quite difficult to catch me. I waited for these trips all year round, sitting in snow-covered Moscow. I even considered this small town to be my second homeland, and I was going to move there when I grew up.

And in the village of Anastasievka we got only in the evening. Commander showed the extra-class on his penny, going over the fords. It turns out our Russian cars, the development of the 60s are capable of much.

Stay overnight at the temple of the sun, kurgandolmen. A place of power, and even fabulous. Imagine a mountain valley, in the center of it is a big old oak tree, a night, a starry sky, and clouds smeared over it. Next to the oak barrow - a mound of stones, covered with young trees, a river flows nearby.

We spent the night together in a 2-person tent. Close, but warm. It was strange, at first everyone was going to sleep on the street, but eventually squeezed into one tent, although it was set up just in case.

Day nine. Anastasievka-Apsheronsk.

They moved to ecovillage near Absheron. First, we drove into the city itself and picked up Fyodor, another friend of ours. He flew today by plane to the Caucasus. Here is a bourgeois, however! Having fun hiding in a penny after a friendly hug, we continued on our way.

In the ecovillage we were well met, fedsour cream pie. I took note of myself, somehow I would have to try to make bread and sour cream cakes. Unfortunately, the hosts should have shown the glades of the foothills tomorrow, since we arrived late in the day. And I would have to leave tomorrow in the Tula region, on the river Beautiful Sword. There, even my friends arrange their small hike. I would like to have time. I decided to go! Long live hitchhiking! At the same time and again I will overcome the fear!

Day ten. Autostop: Apsheronsk-Millerovo.

Early in the morning, quickly gathered and said goodbye toI moved the hosts to a halt. There is such a dead place in terms of hitchhiking, that first I had to go to the city by bus, and at the same time try to wake up to the end. Snow-capped mountain peaks, Fisht, seemed to be swimming outside the bus window. How can I miss the mountains ...

Coming out of the city, I quickly stopped the cargogazelle, and rode in it next to the passenger already seated. Wow, even in this case, picked up. There are good people on the roads! Next was Kamaz to Krasnodar. And again, my favorite Krasnodar bypass, where I spent half a day. But the guy on a BMW drove me for a couple of kilometers, it’s a pity that he turned into the city. Then the summer resident took me out of the city, and I still waited there for a long hitchhiking.

Pleased with the sun's heat, almost heat,warming my bones. Long standing on the highway was rewarded with a good driver on SheviNiva, who treated me to cashews and coffee. And he rode too well, fast. Drove me instantly to Rostov. There is another summer resident on the classics and a short distance. Then the military on the nine, heard about hitchhiking. He told that he has a friend hitchhiker, and he is going to hitchhike to Europe. It turns out there is a good military. Hooray! And then after the military department, I was completely disappointed in this category of people. Then, quite a bit, the tourist in heels gave me a ride, a good kind of person, it's a pity that only 10 km was on the way.

In the meantime, it was getting dark, and I was horrified to think aboutnights, where do i have to spend the night, and how much longer i will drive. Had the idea to hitchhike all night. It's a very good idea, it's almost dark already, and I've been standing for half an hour near the gas station. And why don't people want to give a ride to a nice guy with a backpack? Okay, I'll think about it later, when I myself go somewhere behind the wheel.

As a result, two guys stopped, with them it was to goworst of all. It turns out that the 14th, reystalingovaya nine, can drive about 190 km / h, but I didn’t know ... The guy who was a passenger was getting drunker and drunker before my eyes, asking me some tricky questions, telling about bad Muscovites. How nice that I didn't tell where I came from. They drove me to Millerovo (Rostov region). And it was already 12 nights. And I got under the lantern next to the post, which interested the policemen in my persona. And was searched. And expelled from the zone of the lantern. These are the repression. But then I was picked up by a peasant who was driving home with his children after a traffic cop stopped him. Perhaps even the policeman himself told him to take me out of sight.

The driver said that he somehow stood in the winter onthe road, the car broke down, and no one stopped, now it always brings up in the winter. Although it was no longer winter outside, he still gave me a lift. On the way, I managed to advise him something about computers and software. Hmm ... For people from the regions, I am apparently a guru in such matters.

Then again post and stand again. Little eyes stick together, 2 hours in the yard. Having decided that after all my night hitchhiking was a success, I went with a calm conscience to look for a place to sleep. He lay under a tree 50 meters from the road. The first time I started from every car, but my dream overcame me, hallelujah!

Day eleventh. Autostop: Millerovo-Efremov.

Ahhh! It's cold again! Stood hours at 7 probably, if not earlier, sleepy and frozen. Apparently during the night something happened with the weather. Wore everything that was in the backpack, and went to continue hitchhiking. Machines were not thick - still slept. After an hour of inactivity, I was picked up by a Kamaz, which was distilled somewhere near Nizhny Novgorod. It is a pity that he folded soon. So began a new day, a day of new communication, and a day of new hitchhiking.

In Boguchar I picked up the next Kamaz. Is there anything other than KAMAZ vehicles? But he treated me to tea. Have you ever had tea in Kamaz? I advise! I finally drank it with my pants, seat and floor. Only a few drops fell into the mouth. It was not possible to bring a cup to the mouth. It will be necessary for the horse to somehow pochaevnichat for comparison. Saying thanks for the tea spread around the cabin and for me, I crawled out in some village. And there I picked up again, who do you think who? Yeah, he is the most ... KAMAZ. I am lucky for them this time. Can you buy one, in memory of hitchhiking? And I already knew the driver by sight. He drove past three times when I stood on the side of the road. I also remembered it, by the expression of the face: “not a fig, I will not stop”. He explained to me why he didn’t want to take it - like there were only bad people around, you never know. Of course, I do not argue that there are such people, but somehow it hurts him badly, and all the bad ones. And he took me because he became familiar.

Maybe because he looked at life like that, soonThe car broke down. And I went to catch the next one. Now I was picked up by an old Audi, and a taxi, but the taxi driver had a day off. So I drove to Voronezh.

Tip! If you are hitchhiking, better take your time nowhere. In my downtime, I was very annoyed at life, and even 20 minutes turned into a huge pause. Later I realized that I was moving fast. And sometimes after standing for several hours, I made up for a very fast car.

Here began a small rush, literally10-20 km. Near Voronezh, I sat down again on the Kamaz ... Well, surely this is some kind of sign! The guy was from Orel and came here to work in his car. Next, on the gazelle shuttle bus for 10 minutes, then on the bulkovoze (gas carriage that carries the bread), on some foreign Oka. All drove very little.

The day was coming to an end and I was stuck again. Strongly so. My friends sent me a text message that they had already reached Efremov and were setting up tents near the Beautiful Sword River. And I looked at the sun, as it approaches the horizon, and I thought how I would like to have time for them today. Another night near the road was not part of my plans. I stood at least two hours. Treskal drying and freezing. The wind just pierced through. So many cars passed by, but for some reason they didn’t like me, although it seemed to be pretty. And here the uncle on the nine stops and asks to help on gasoline. By the way, by the way, I was already ready to go for the money. But there was not much money, I said that they say there are 200 rubles. He picked me up and warmed up, so to speak, with a machine stove. And then we drove up to Yelets and there .... traffic jams ... no, not even a rifle! There is no end or edge, the cops have blocked the road. The driver, without embarrassment, on the side of the road, then on some kind of primer, and after 15 minutes we had already driven through everything. And people stood there for several hours. Just all those who did not want to drive me. I know that is not good, but I gloated. And then it dawned on me! Why did I stand so long? I waited for this particular car to drive the fastest. He drove me to turn on Efremov. And he did not take the money, he said that I simply wished him good luck. Apparently mentally talked with him. By the way, he went to Moscow, so I could get to Moscow, and in the end it would have turned out that in 2 days and one night I would drive from the Caucasus to Moscow, almost like a train.

Managed! Although the sun had set 30 km more to the camp, but I managed! The road was not at all popular and there were no cars, so I decided that I would go on foot. I go and think, I must still guess the car, well, at least just to try. Guessing, and then looms machine with Orel numbers, which picks me up. Immediately relief that go already less. And here in conversation it turns out that these people are going to the village to their parents, and this village is located a couple of kilometers from our camp. Well, this is a coincidence. It was at this time, precisely on this day, that they decided to go to the village, where they had not been half a year, to the village where only 3 people live.

From the village, I could say, I flew across the field, all fatigue and drowsiness disappeared. I was looking forward to meeting with friends!

Beautiful Sword River. Near the town of Efremov.

Beautiful Sword River. Near the town of Efremov.

And then we sat around the campfire, toasted bread, I told about my journey by hitchhiking, and the next day we were covered with snow ... But this is another story ...

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