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After another couple of kilometers, a polonine with a Hutsul house of cheese-makers opened. It is exactly such Carpathians I imagined - coniferous forests, among which are meadows with cows. Just like from advertising to all famous chocolate. The water taken with itself, has long dried up, so that the spring had to run first. All the others pulled up, and we together, throwing backpacks, rushed to the dairy to buy a natural, and to see how they make their cheeses for centuries.

Eureka! Like 5 kilometers, and his legs are buzzing, his back is aching. We have to go to the shower ... Whatever soul, I thought to me, we are further away from civilization. There is an alternative - the waterfall, the jacuzzi is still there. I'll tell you honestly, with fatigue, I took off my hand. Then dinner, such a delicious dinner, I did not eat from the family :) and sleep ...

The trip was successful! The second time in the Carpathians in August and the second time I'm in awe. Svidovets pleased with its expanses, invigorating lakes, fragrant herbs, clean tasty waters, ripe berries, an abundance of white mushrooms, fresh winds and even rain.

Later, an unreal landscape began at all. We began to descend already to the sea, the fog was slightly less, along the path there were many dry fallen trees covered with moss, which in the fog created interesting shapes, and it seemed that now there will be elves, gnomes, trolls or some other fairy-tale characters.

This can put an end to this journey, although I really want to put a comma, because Romania still has something to surprise, I do not doubt this.

And if at first the city seemed a bit gloomy to me, then this walk showed a piece of a nice and cozy capital city, with a huge cultural heritage and traces of bygone days. There were majestic buildings of various state institutions, and fairy houses with puppet towers and bas-reliefs, and covered with a stained glass roof of the promenade with cozy tables of numerous cafes. I was beginning to regret that we did not have much time for Bucharest.

First of all, we went to inspect the Black Church - a harsh religious building, which, by its appearance, makes us think about the eternal. Around the church there were some construction works, but the church itself was open, so it was impossible to pass by. In the church there was an exhibition of old carpets, which were hung almost along the entire perimeter. A volunteer girl told that carpets were provided by wealthy residents of Brasov and that in ancient times the carpet was a sign of wealth, so they were given to various large events (such as weddings), or they were inherited.

Very picturesque place, and the last evening in tents, seemed to me the most romantic of all. I was buying into the sea. In the evening, lying near the campfire on the beach, looking at the starry sky and listening to the measured sound of the surf, I felt pleasantly tired after so many days of the journey. There was a moment of tranquility and bliss.

As experience shows, on the third day you need to restore some strength and put yourself in order. Personally, on my third day, thoughts in my head come to order, and I begin to fully enjoy this kind of rest, like a hike. Crystal clear air, saturated with the smell of pine needles, the lack of people, the city noise and civilization stop the frantic leap of thoughts and the flow of information of the modern world.

While we were driving to Ryshnov, I was most surprised by the local landscape, which was strikingly different from the usual Carpathian. Quite a number of mountains were 2500 meters high, and from their foot the plain went away. This is difficult to imagine in the Ukrainian Carpathians, where the mountains gradually change into hills. That's why the Romanian Carpathians from the plain look very picturesque and powerful, hanging over the plain (this feature is relevant for the northern slopes of the Buceje mountain range, if that :)

In the castle of Bran for a long time lived Romanian crowned person Maria, as described by most of the expositions. About his mystical inhabitant there is a mention only in one room, where the history of the Roman ruler Vlad Tepes is described (Tepes is a nickname from the Romanian word count, which Vladika Vlad liked to put guilty of guilty fellow citizens). He also became a prototype of Count Dracula (fights in Romanian - devil), which Brem Stoker and settled in a picturesque castle in Bran.

The next section of the descent passed already through the forest, which was strewn with mushrooms in the upper reaches. There were no white mushrooms on the horizon, and others did not want to be exchanged, so the prospect of supplementing the diet with local products was still a prospect.

The first picturesque halt was made on a rocky ledge, from which a view of the mountain valley, which spread out below, was opened. At such moments there are no questions, why and why people go to the mountains.

Over the next ledge, a view of the neighboring valley and a picturesque rock resembling a springboard was opened. The rock was called the Turkish Mosque, and after a first glance at it there was no doubt where we would spend the night.

At some point the clouds miraculously dispersed, and we were close to the equally impressive construction of the Memorial to the Heroes. From the memorial site an impressive view was opened, which can be contemplated for hours. No wonder this place attracts tourists, it is very picturesque.

In general, this trip was wonderful and unforgettable. I thought that the hike would be very difficult for me, but as it turned out everything was in moderation. Many thanks to Roma for this fascinating trip.

Unlike the hiking trip in the water trek, there is one small, but such a sad detail - the last rowing, the last splash of the oar - such a kind of "point", the end of another little adventure. It seemed to me that our team in every possible way delayed this moment: on the last day we did not hurry and really enjoyed the rafting, the weather, the river, the company.

I will not even try to describe the beauty of the Carpathians - no words will suffice! These clouds, these rains, the mountain chain, spruce, waterfalls are more than you can accommodate, but it's all yours.

Will we still go on a camping trip with our beloved? Necessarily, only now for longer. Go and try. I think that you will be as enthusiastic as we are.

The mountains changed a little, they no longer looked like the usual Carpathians, but more and more resembled the Caucasus, or even steep southern slopes of the Crimean mountains in the Foros (Crimea) area, although there was certainly more greenery here than in the Crimea at this time of year.

It was a bit chilly to sleep, even though they were hiding in a snow fortress. At night there were sharp gusts of wind, and in the morning it began to snow. We got up at 8:30, and on the way to the brook for the water I realized that the day was not easy. The landscape of the chain of mountains was hidden by a snowstorm, and those tracks that led right to the passes were swept clean. We ate breakfast, and decided that we should still go. We prepared for the assault, the ski goggles and the hood came in handy.

Snow pleased with its moderate amount, and it was easy to go. In addition to this, excellent sunny weather and an appropriate mood for all participants of the trek. Soon it became clear that there was no avalanche hazard. The snow lay well sealed, and I descended fairly madly from one of the most beautiful passes - Yumekorra (Gorges of the Dead).

Romania at first did not stand out, the road ran between fields that did not differ much from the Ukrainian ones. But on the road began to come across populated areas, which dazzled with various signs in an unusual Romanian language. Behind our windows floated the usual Romanian life, which even more captivated us in Suceava, where we soon got.

The development of the route helped to understand the specifics of the Romanian mountains and for the first time acquaintance with the mountains of Romania, the Bucegi mountain range was selected, along with which there were several popular tourist sites, including the legendary Dracula castle. Hike through the mountains always wanted to combine with the cultural program, in order to better know Romania and its history.

This morning, I first saw the snow tops of the Himalayas! I do not even know how to explain this. My boys, waking up much earlier, already rushed around the perimeter with cameras and captured the beauty. To enjoy and absorb the types of "in themselves" they have already managed. I just stood and watched. I did not even remember the camera. The sun was rising. The tops are clearly visible and shine with impossible colors! In general, I think, words can not be conveyed, even with a maximum stock of epithets! Emotions are off scale ... It's just necessary to see, feel, absorb and remember all life!

The warm rays of the sun weakened the connection of the branches with their thick white garments, and magnificent outfits sparked down to the foot of the beauties of the firs. A lot of animal tracks indicate a huge number of inhabitants. This time I could not pass by the top on the way to Kostrych and I was there, where tourists do not usually go up.

There is nowhere to hide, and even with a short stop, the wind penetrates through even through warm clothes. My super-gloves this time do not save. I'm trying to determine the direction with the help of the navigator, but it starts to slow down, probably because of the temperature, or what I downloaded heavier than necessary.

Our trekking in Nepal started somewhere in the afternoon, closer to the afternoon. In no way frightened, in anticipation of the most interesting, we boldly walked along the path. The paths at that time seemed to me directly paved sidewalks, unlike the Crimean routes. They stayed like this for most of the way - they were carefully paved with stones, knocked down in some places, but as a whole it was very convenient.

We got to the point of our start. It's an unremarkable place with a couple of signposts and a trampled down path. A small company of Nepalese children gathered at the trail, they offered to take bamboo sticks on the road for convenience, not hesitating and looking at us with special curiosity. We stopped, adjusted our backpacks, took out our tracking sticks, took a deep breath and moved up the path, each with his own thoughts and expectations from the coming.

We bought everything we needed to travel. My advice to you, if you have something missing from the field outfit, it's easier to buy it on the spot. The only thing that really is not worth buying here is shoes. It is worth it indecently cheap, but still a fake, and if the torn pocket from the jacket is still nothing, but the fallen sole from the boot in the hike is already a disaster!