Decided here to join the slender ranks and share the fresh impressions of the first trip with a caravan on the sea. Emotions and the rod, so get some desyatitomnik. And now in doubt, whether interested in this opus Dear fellow citizens, or just really say that he killed the butler? In short Poimena audacity to put the first part, and if you are interested then let down the rest. Chmyrev ask intelligently, in print terms.
How chayning attached to caravanning
(The epic saga)
It so happened that three years ago I bought a caravan firm KNAUS. He was purchased at the time of construction of tourist complex with a very vague estimations using it first as a place for permanent guards at building houses, and then to rent a tent city, a VIP tent for the most demanding. But where it loomed the thought of distant childhood that would have been cool to a wave with such zdorovskim a small house. In short, I was terribly far away from traffic if kemperistov-karavanerov, practically, as well as the Decembrists from the people. Nevertheless, turned up an old druzhban who was seriously engaged in providing mobile Russians living area, and drove in nemetchinu, brought me a reasonably priced small-sized two-bedroom apartment on wheels KNAUS SudWind 13 square meters of 1993.
Pritsepchik favorably impressed by its well-groomed and was safely abandoned because of employment at all other matters. It has successfully lived protection, the season, he stood up at the box office, and when I accidentally got into the spring in it with the inspection, you instantly understand why distributors never been smitten with love for their customers free of charge. Long-term accuracy of the Germans was rudely trampled native Russian mentality. How do I do now understand risky rental camping office! In short gouging me fuck the whole trailer. After this apartment has been defined to the parking lot with a clear indication - to shoot at anyone who even looks at her.
And the whole story would have on this would be over, but again, it so happened that his wife was sadly deprived of his car and gently hinted that its security will only something dzhipoobraznoe. As a result, under the house settled shiny new Suzuki Grand Vitara. So you must, that at one point came to me a brilliant idea to combine two of loneliness and try to imagine all the delights of caravanning, so competently and professionally zabatsat in his tourist complex full camping a good level. At the head of whacko, and the thought of traveling with the caravan became obsessive, like woke up hungry fly. It is noticed that when something very like, all done muddled, confused and hasty. Here's a try, for example, slowly and carefully to change a roll of toilet paper when you have absolutely unbearable. And if he is still in the closet on the top shelf? It's the same situation. Exciting prospect pushed to explore the process of caravanning in full as soon as possible.
Lord, thank you for what you're wise men to invent the Internet. God grant them health and success in wages in the field of general information. I rushed into the web as Suvorov for Ismail, hoping to quickly find the most important resource, which should be embracing the most important instruction of caravanning, what type Caravanning for beginners, or how to become pro-karavanerom for three days and did not lay an egg "The siege dragged on . By the morning of the third day I was like a mad professor of archeology, are trying to restore from the shards of the wisdom of the ancient Incas. I learned how to ride a great camper or a caravan in Europe, there are beautiful campsites, about the spirit of freedom of movement, began to understand the models and layouts, I realized that normal guys constantly, that buys something, rework, and improve in their micro- palaces, but, damn it, to find an affordable, easy and most importantly specific information for the beginner on how to properly start, which necessarily must be, and what to do to your journey was not the first and last, I could not. Once again making sure that the most effective way is to learn from your mistakes, I started preparing. In no case do not claim to didactic-training tone.This is not an attempt to write the very same "most important guide for dummies, I'm just going to describe a real teapot floundering in an attempt to learn a new but very attractive theme.
Preparation:
Preparation consisted of determining the following points:
· Where to go and where to stand
• What technically should be in the trailer and how it should work
• What to bring out additional options (such as pots, dishes, wife, children, food, etc.)
Stage where to go was the most easy. The main thing to clearly define the basic desires. What should be the sea - not even discussed. Like the Mediterranean, but the prospect to break down and haul the trailer from abroad is not pleased. Just frightening uncharted financial costs to overcome unforeseen problems overseas. On the neck tightly settled toad. Clear the degree that the Barents and White Sea, it is clearly not appropriate. Remained the standard Black and Azov. As they say, take that offer, do not hold your place. If the sea, it is clear that the parking space must be right on the banks, not just 300 meters away from the final bus stop is reached only some 25 minutes, and then ride some half an hour. The next cardinal criterion was the availability of electricity connection. Well, after watching the colorful pictures zabugornye camping, my wife and I lusted after a hot shower and friendly cheerful intelligent neighbors, standing neatly in an unobtrusive distance, and coming to a glass Buzhole with pleasant conversation. Ha! Chukchi naive young man! Shoveled bowels of the Internet and filter based on feedback from a couple dozen hard-found camping, I stopped at three more or less distinct ways: Camping "Oasis" on the Azov Sea in Achuevo, camping "Rainbow" for Dzhubga on the Black Sea, and the Annunciation on the Spit the same Black Sea coast. On the way, decided to get up, where it is necessary and how to get home because it was always with us, and the consciousness of the independence of time and place was beginning to warm the soul. How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga, part two)
The technical part has led me into a stupor. I had no idea what and how it should be for a comfortable stay in a camper. Well, stove, fridge Well, well, a toilet, and how it should work correctly, this I had a vague idea. Thank God, the men from the garage most of the work to ensure the efficiency assumed. I thank them very much for this. Sharing secret, can the same teapot, as I'll spare a couple of hours picking the network.
We should start to see what you're going to pull a caravan. All heavily dependent on the weight of the trailer, weight and power of the towing vehicle. In principle, though you can pull the Cossacks, most importantly, what would the total Wet weight train does not exceed 3500 kg. And the weight of the trailer was less than the weight of the car. So, you follow the rules and just burned off with a maximum traction. Sorry rubbed address very competent corporate site, where a couple of clicks was granted the maximum information about the compatibility of your trailer and car. Well, yes yes seeker shall find. I was lucky. Two tons Grand Vitara perfectly correlated with 1200 pounds of trailer. It remains only prishpandorit hitch that had to do virtually the day of departure. Was chosen one of the cheapest hooks on approvingly that the toad priotpustila iron embrace. Putting into service a standard 7-pin I made the first mistake of not knowing about the constant power to the trailer.
Power supply convoy carried out by three types of energy: gas, electricity at 220 volts, and electricity at 12 volts. From gas works heating, gas cooker and refrigerator. Of 12 volts running refrigerator, emergency lighting, pumps, shower and flush the toilet. From 220 volts running everything (including omnivorous fridge)! Gas on the move - it is dangerous! I even understand it. So it's worth posting tired of constant power from the car on a network of 12 volt camper that would not get a severe blow in the form of warm beer in tridtsatigradusnuyu heat. I realized this when it was too late.I had to buy a simple car battery and load it 12 volt network Camper. This is the way to do it is not necessary. Refrigerator planted 75 amp Accum one day, and if so on the right, you have to put a safe gel battery. Only he is seriously expensive. Later, in deft manipulation of the battery on Vitara and Kemper issue with charging and a stable 12 volt network has been solved. But mindful of the roll of toilet paper is better than no hurry to make a competent liner from the car battery through the connector.
Gas decided to install two 25-liter container. Not spent two weeks with a small one and a half, despite a constantly running refrigerator, and active use of the stove. So that the principle of "stock does not pull his pocket" cost to seriously reconsider the direction in facilitating the caravan.
Heating. Used once at the first parking lot. Liked it. In the south, is not relevant.
Water supply. When buying as they will not care. Cranes have a washbasin is, the water flows - and right. But I apparently got the complete version of "Sahara" In this system, water supply behalf of Saddam Hussein was a tank of 15 liters and no hint of hot water. Even the taps in the kitchen and shower had one valve with a bad blue dot in the middle. And it turned out I had three days prior to departure. Panic. Desire to comfort crumbling right before our eyes. Phantom of the wife with delight sawing her husband a nail file was brought vividly before my eyes. The yield was only one. Buy jerry cans, warm water and stir until the desired temperature. Were bought by a 30-liter jerry can and two to 20 liters. 20-liter canisters were optimal for the ratio of volume / nosibelnost. Peret, bent, 30 liters of extremely inconvenient. But the big mouth of the canister allowed directly in her tiny stuff available submersible pump and pump after mixing the warm water in a miserable 15-liter tank, which is enough only for a short water treatment to one person. Such dances with tambourines, ie jumps with canisters are very strained at first, but then I have achieved unprecedented excellence in mixing water required temperature by means of cans of different capacities. Hot water is warming herself or in a kettle, when there was electricity, or in a saucepan on the stove, when the benefits of civilization were absent.
Definitely no hot water seriously destroys the comforts of traveling with a caravan, and installation of heating systems with gas or electric water heater, as well as the tank is not less than 50 liters - is, with what we had to start in my case. Speaking of the soul. Call it a full, even if I was vyshezhelaemaya system still can not. Normally bathe in it all the same, unfortunately can not be for many reasons. Firstly because of the limited volume of water (50 liters is too small, even with the hot water from the boiler, and 150-200 liters, as in motorhomes just nowhere vkoryachivat), and secondly the space smaller than a standard shower cubicle because sticking out the bottom of the toilet. So I with my rather big size, had to take a variety of intricate poses, to ensure the success of water hygiene. First you peck elbows and knees, carrying the fifth point, plastic shelves, handles and hooks, but remembering the basics of hatha yoga, to achieve nirvana holding the shower ear and armpit namylivaya heel. In short, too, need to get used to. The next moment - waterproofing. The sound of oars Hippo must not forget that water on the walls and doors must find a way into the bedroom or kitchen. So as not to run with rags onaya was laid in advance under the door from the outside, serving both the towel for the feet (efficiency suggestion of his wife), and particular attention was given to the trajectory of falling water, after the ritual ablutions. In what will be treated with silicone sealant and plastic curtains.
And one more small but important aspect. In contrast to the same RV, the vast majority of the old caravan water from the shower and kitchen sink is simple and unpretentious flows through pipes directly on the ground under the bottom of the trailer. All is good, until you're standing on the ground or grass.But it is necessary to stand on the pavement or God forbid, in what still fashionable hard surface, like a treacherous pool, sprawling under your pathetic trailer instantly return feeling of childhood, when choking with shame, you ran home in the wet in plain trousers. Either drag a soft container or podkatnoy tank, or mount a stationary tank for dirty water - is to address each individually, but doing something right. In Europe can not understand.
Electricity. As I've said enough 12-volt curve, but provides a regular car battery, mounted under the bed. To ensure proper power adapter had a staff with a large fork in the side of the trailer to the usual European one. By extension it was purchased by 50 meters (must have!!!) And in addition to the usual tee extension at 5 meters for domestic use. A long extension cord is better not to take a good corporate stint on a sturdy aluminum frame can be only one outlet, preferably with an LED switch on the body. It helps a lot at once, do not understand when unwinding tyrkani in sockets, which is found electrocuted. The next mistake I made with benzogeneratorm. In a solemn journey to the case of the absence of civilization has been taken no-name unit capacity of as much as much as 750 watts. The implication was that such krutysham as we complete electrical outlet must be available upon request from any bush, and a generator was needed purely for experimental purposes to reinforce the slope and autonomy. Gentlemen, generators of less than 2 kilowatt should not be construed in such events as a class. Ideally, splurge on a flat four-generator noise-dampening enclosure at 2,5-2,8 kilowatt output of electrical power. It will not feel the difference with a stationary eletrichestvom and dignity to the joys of life as an electric (750 Watt) and microwave (850 watts). It is true there are nuances. It is clear that at an average cost per liter per hour, electricity becomes dyuzhe expensive, but whether we be in mourning when the unity with nature violates the easy chatter of gasoline each other. To the union has become even stronger is worth carrying the generator to the maximum length of extension and zahovat it in the natural folds of the terrain, or in a pre-dug pit. Here, though, again, lie in wait for the nuances. Firstly it may be trite steal, and secondly if you put the example in the dunes on the sand, the vibration and the wind very quickly clogged with sand and the carburetor air filter, as happened with the generator of my neighbors in the Annunciation spit. While they were going over and washed the carburetor and the filter, I put your generator in a large cardboard box, pre-cutting the edge opposite the exhaust and cut out the upper for greater ventilation. Two-stroke skunk regularly rattled a week confirming the saying "Small bug, but smelly."
And the main thing! Room virtually all caravans integrated into the shower, being an integral part of the shower, and a plastic analog of the urban sanfayansovogo items of "john" and the receiving capacity of the tape to be derived at the side of the trailer in case of need of special technological hatch. On the necessity of extracting said special indicator, and if it breaks it is possible to visually monitor the level of content, which at the time of discharge should be a special lever to manually open the valve cartridge. I have so much detail describing this side of the caravan of life support, just because the possibility of a civilized crap at any convenient time for yourself, at home and loneliness covers almost all the disadvantages of caravanning and displays this kind of rest on an unattainable height. Although there are nuances. The first is the cost of special fluids. One is poured into the cassette to accelerate the expansion of the product, and the second in the upper reservoir with water to improve flushing and flavoring. And do not confuse Kutuzov. If without a second you can still do, that without the first - I do not advise. The second nuance - is the need to periodically empty the drawer. It is in Europe on every corner in camp, and in each camp specially equipped place to drain. And in the native penates all depends on the creative imagination happy owner. Well, when the hand is undemanding mnogodyrchataya simple design with the letter "M".And if it does not exist? Here we are in the wild to go spit in the Annunciation to dig a pit, and as Pinocchio, clear, starry night stealing bear to bury my five soldi. There are still some nuances regarding the paper, the accuracy of contact with bombolyuk, and other specialized areas that may be of interest only to professionals and are printed only in what some departmental Bulletin of the asshole "
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How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga, part three)
Now go to our sheep, I mean more options. What is so still need to take with you? Here come the real meal of choice and walk in darkness, because it is new, and ahead of - the dark forest. It is as if the better half, shall get you into the store cosmetics and accessories, ask her to quickly buy the most necessary for publication. Well, there kremiki for-this, lipstick to blend with the color mood lachok in tone, yet bluzochku saw a good, well, dear, only the most necessary, and do not forget about what you need for every woman. EPT ...! No, of course I'll buy five hours of a set of young fighter, cursing to the fifth generation of Dolce and Gabbanov, but it's better to shoot me at once, than to suffer scorn, sizzling looks and gentle advice to smear yourself this cream is one place to water to disinfect "them" French perfumes, and ceremonially screwed there, all three of lipstick (well, err, I'm not aware of any desired color, took a different) Obviously it was just what we need to take a wife and child, in order to brighten up the loneliness of severe wandering cowboy. Then, after much thought, as a result of logical reasoning particular need to be as follows:
- Wood saw (the fuck is not needed)
- A set of screws and nails just in case (not presented)
- Fan at 12 Volts (crazy idea, the window was opened from all sides and order)
- Shovel soviet-bayonet (Oh! Really needed. For a secret burial in the sand dunes of non-radioactive waste - an indispensable thing)
- Four wooden platform under the feet of the 150th board (Be sure to complete seriousness)
- Flashlight LED to head off a la collier "(a very necessary and useful thing was, especially when in the dark twist the legs, and refueling the generator at night is a pleasure, his hands are always free)
- Electric kettle (boiling water, tovaristch?)
- Microwave (bling)
- The level of building (who does not let into the stationary, have always, and then if you do not put the water in the shower will not merge, and be like a fool to sit in dirty water)
- Binoculars (bullshit, but sometimes to improve self-esteem and strengthen the authority is recommended to periodically climb the highest hill and mysteriously disturbing view of carefully looking at the horizon)
- Clothesline, scotch tape, rubber stretch with hooks for fastening luggage (the right things in large quantities)
- TV with remote antenna (half an hour of unsuccessful attempts to find a place and priladit, and two channels in the Turkish language in your pocket)
- Cassette (preferably more, to a 3 night stand next door amateur automotive acoustics and chanson check out the new album Linkin Park)
- Folding table and chairs (This is sacred! Better to buy a table, more or less normal size and height, but not these portable table-chair sets for gnome-tourists)
- Gas canisters (required! First for the generator, and secondly so as not to stick out in the open field, making sure that, yes, a trailer car really eats more)
In general, this type of ground. There was still a useful shopping small things from the office wife ', but it's better than she ... she ... sama sama. Nevertheless, the Herculean efforts to awaken his gift of foresight and a great desire podstelit straw led to only one. It seemed that he forgot the most important. It is so always. After several hours of feverish thinking already wants another washing machine, and a sideboard, and a printer, maybe even a mother-in to drive.In short, the main stop.
Worries about food supplies, I put on my squaw. As a result, every product nakupleno was a good two-door refrigerator (which is how the garage can go ... for kefirchikom) Go tell - it was another mistake. Despite healthy take an additional bag with a refrigerator that runs on 12 volts, almost all products (except canned) had to throw. The principle of shopping here quite different from how you do at home. In a trip with a caravan of products a better buy for 1-2 days maximum. No need to taritsya as if tomorrow monetary reform.
Just be sure for peace of mind and balance necessary to assign responsibilities. On the road to the wife to appoint the main navigator. It is recommended to buy a detailed map of the Moscow-South (to keep track of driving through towns and happily reported that the right way to go, comrades), the atlas of highways of the CIS (for scrutiny and vyiskivaniya funny villages, such as Bzdyuevo or Suckers) and Globe Europe (to solve where we are next, finally, normally go). Child designate responsible for the views, his stick on the glass GPS-navigator with AyGoy or Tom Tom. These actions greatly save time and hassle. Well. Fees are finished, you can be nominated.
How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga, Part Four)
Check-out "early in the morning" was held as usual in the afternoon. Traveled from the base, I mean with Seliger. Ride with a caravan on the country roads was afraid, so the route was chosen as the only possible, including the maximum number of wide roads, the first of which he likes, nehosh rested against Moscow. Resigned that anywhere from her opostylevshey not escape, we drove the familiar road home, cherishing the dream to visit all pervoprestolnuyu still one of the concrete rings. Ahead lay 2000 km. In his youth, coached till you drop trailer with snowmobiles and ATVs, a special distinction in the administration of sitting on the tail of the uniaxial caravan I have not noticed. Except one. Grand Vitara and so in itself is no different economy, but the caravan just turned into a factory for the processing of gasoline. Consumption rose to 18 liters per 100 kilometers. But on streamer was later recorded a record engorgement in 22 liters per hundred square meters. But here I calmed myself terrible memories of how you bought at one time Chevrolet Caprice with a 5.7 liter engine, which if not turned off at the gas pump, fill the tank can not be never. The first two hours of driving left to identify the most appropriate mode of motion. Automatic honestly tried to 100 km / h to enter their favorite fourth gear, but it could not always. In general, it became clear that it is best to travel at a speed of 80-90 km / h on gorochkah podtykaya magic button A / T POWER.
So after passing laid 450 kilometers, deep into the night, we just ten kilometers from home sadly with his eyes the lights of the big city and went to the M4 highway in a firm resolve to stay the night it was in the convoy and only when absolutely leave the force. Forces have held hundreds of kilometers. Stood one of the toughest issues for a beginner - the first time to find a suitable place for an overnight stay. But we were lucky. Commercial minds of Russians in pursuit of big money does not stand still, and it turned out that especially advanced refueling steel tracks make for a large compound and conditional guarded parking lot, where just a hundred or so wooden and let dalnoboev and mere mortals. On one such we stumbled on the 130th kilometer of the gas station "Lukoil" Even the socket on the pole was found.
Stuck like, anyhow, between some vans and "goby" at 3 o'clock in the morning we lay down to sleep for the first time in a caravan (tenderly romantic, just like the first kiss, chessslovo!) At 7 am were awakened, roaring engines warmed up and the whistle brake systems for maneuvering. Dalnoboi all as a team began to leave the parking lot. Audibility, of course, in the caravan, I assure you, drop dead. Feeling that his uncle, a trucker, easily popukivaya, rummaging in a box with tools right on your head, and the highway passes directly in front of the door.So that in future better to get up at sites in the side of the highway, and preferably in the opposite corner of the Fur and especially refrigerators. Next was done march for another 800 kilometers and the next parking area Kamensk-Shakhtinsky was very pontovoy. Stood as King, in front of the cafe. Ie in the morning it was possible, opening the door to order coffee in bed.
A little digression about the general feeling of the road. For this M4, my wife has traveled to the south 10 years ago. But without the trailer and seven BMW. Everything has changed, I assure you, very much. The road itself on the quality was very decent. Single-sideband pieces there were only per cent, probably around 30 years. The rest is multiband line with the separation border, a good layout and good asphalt. All this is clearly to slander Sochi Olympics, so there are costs - 40 percent of all roads in the process of renovation, expansion and laying new asphalt. It is clear that financing problems there at all. Work even at night. Although not without Russian senility. All can be expressed in a brilliant chernomyrdinskoy phrase - "We wanted the best, but it turned out, as always," Virtually all the way from Moscow to Voronezh on every bus stop along the highway was built monumental masonry toilet system "toilet". This is certainly great, what kind of take care of people, that they are not in the bushes sharilis and civilized defecate in the right place. There is only one "but." The object is constructed, the budget is mastered, all commissioned and received a jackdaw! That's all. But any toilet also need to be removed. And that, apparently, is not provided, because when I stopped to Aki European proceed in two zeros, then already over 20 meters from the lust of the structure stood a scent that should have at least put on the ACP and write a will. In the next few bushes were capitally natoptannyh trails, and the packing density of waste products along these points to the considerable popularity of the classical "bushes". Thus, instead of the natural spreading of a point (in both senses) the needs of citizens of many kilometers along the highway, we have concentrated pockets of stinking sracha. I have no doubt that the day before the 2014 Olympics all toilets will be cleaned to a shine and cleaned some of the Tajik Division behalf Pavka Korchagin, but why did not initially establish that the daily rides vodovozka and one person with Karcher and bleach slowly served consecutively toilet for the toilet. Again, it drew attention to it, not because I have a shift on the topic of sanitation, but simply because there is an old rule for all public places and institutions: if you want to understand the level and attitude towards guests - is a guest toilet. They are very pleased adjacent to the highway landscape. Compared with the unbearably sad state of ruin-decade-old surprised with rare rebuilt and ennobled residential houses with landscaped areas, commercial buildings and tidy with the beginnings of landscape architecture. All of which explicitly says the increased welfare and needs of People in some kind of visual aesthetics.
At the entrance to Voronezh to pay for the tollway road section, which 10 years ago, has just been built (the turnstile was standing, but the money had not yet taken), and through which we then visited an acute attack of happiness from a remarkable road compared to the total broken-down road. Now everything was exactly the opposite. Was very indignant that I had to pay tolls on the road, which is worse than most of the free shared. Voronezh itself very much. Recalled standing firmly on his feet wealthy kulak. To the best of construction, the old repaired in full swing comes civilization as McDonalds, healthy shopping centers with a frantic prices and shop "METRO", where we are, in fact, went zatarivatsya products, pre-throwing rotten half old. This is what has been done in vain, becausein the next stopover point - Rostov, was generally successful for all shopping, including even the brand new store IKEA, where, finally, I was bought wooden steps to the royal entrance to the caravan. And then you ride, you know, like a mountain goat. Incidentally, this very desired item was in short supply in Moscow.
Find the usual normal plastic pristupku not in a specialized store I could not, though traveled with a dozen major supermarkets. Thus, understanding the new system of procurement of products (in the process, a couple of days maximum), in the evening we have successfully reached the Black Sea coast in an area Dzhubga, incidentally having parted with the five penalty for overtaking at the meeting. I never thought that such a healthy'll get a cart to a penalty for overtaking. On the contrary, was happy that, finally, the first time at a trip away will be forced to slow and sad to observe all rules, while maintaining a pleasant bulk purse. FIGS you! Leaving in place allowed intermittent, finished before the cops on an opposite, not calculating that with a caravan of all much heavier and slower. Well, okay - the experience - the son of errors difficult! Before us MORE!
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How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga, part does not really matter which one)
I'm always amazed at how quickly the southern dark. Literally 15 minutes, and all - sitting in the dark. Nevertheless, it is easy to find entrance to the camp "Rainbow" is from Dzhubga about seven miles. In the darkness along the way at this distance, found a dozen more signs of "parking" and "camping." Making a prepayment for the first day, we stopped at the gate. To the question "Where to stand?" Heard: "Where you want the current with such a fool out immediately in front of a toilet." Normally, the service is unobtrusive, we are at home! Pritknulsya next to the bus somehow, and my wife and I went to see the territory. In the darkness, could see only a huge cluster of machines and stuck in between the tents. No motorhomes or caravans was not in sight. As however, and light tents, as we have done a disappointing conclusion that the connection to electricity, we can only dream. In the illuminated part of the campsite screaming loud music, and passing local Broadway from shopping stalls, cafes and discos, we found that the sources are at least five, and they will calm down just 2 in the morning. And so every day. My first impulse was to turn around and blame, but it was already midnight, and the power suddenly died. Something like putting a caravan, a resounding "ounces ounces," the three of us lay down to sleep.
And in the morning they woke up ... Mother dear, this is Shanghai! Looking out from the morning, I saw a celebration of human solidarity, because every inch of space was occupied or vehicle, or tent, or strung between the car and a tent awning. Everything was so tight and brilliantly to stick to each other, that was like a gathering of Champions Krasnodar region on Tetris.
However, the dream, the southern heat and the proximity of the sea had done their work, and the family council it was decided to drink this very cup to the bottom. In a secret hope Nedolya. Pointing to himself clear advantages (namely: the only one in this area, sandy beach, the proximity of the sea, the proximity of tents with food, the availability of toilets and showers heated by the sun) I decided to maximize comfort, and went to extract electricity.
Intelligence had reported the following: all of this huge crowds (and in my estimation huddled at least five hundred cars and a half or two thousand people) had only four double sockets on the two wash-basins in different parts of the territory. Clearly, in such a situation, the struggle waged in full swing for energy. Throughout the day, in poor non-stop outlets are stuck with electric kettles in the morning and late afternoon phone charger and other batteries.Accordingly, the state of rosettes was as a priestess of love, the weekend got in army barracks, and their charging people had to keep a finger bowls framing stark compositions Atlanta, holding a very small land "
Clearly, that was worth only prudent to depart, as there is your charge unceremoniously vytykalas, and stuck his own. On the first day, sticking his extension, I lost count how many times I ran to stick it back. The next day was bought tee and with the proud proclamation - "People! I gave you two holes instead of one! "- He was hoisted into a socket. Lasted about an hour, after which he was ignominiously vytknut with my an extension cord. But still, we are not accustomed to retreat. The next day the beam was attached tightly to the tee a short extension, but in the opposite socket and fastened with tape stuck my fork extension with the eloquent words: "The plug is not vytykat - opposite the tee," This venture lasted two days, while an extension cord is not cut and do not steal. Who the fuck needed a kopek tee? Here they are, energy, war! Nevertheless, on the second day, we even decided to expand the tent.
Ode to the tent!
This thing! This is a super thing! This Gigo-mega-monstrovesch! Tent, a caravan (or predpalatku) should be mandatory. If it's not - it should be bought. That's an order! Firstly, it substantially adds space, there is discarded once all the trash, which makes it difficult underfoot in the caravan, it protects against sun and rain, it nice to relax, lounging on an inflatable mattress. In her awesome breakfast thrown back the curtains and admiring the sea. In the end, it has a column for a space and isolates himself from intrusive neighbors. And not describe all the charm and necessity of this unpretentious design. In short, it should be - full stop! That is only to collect her first times, it's how to sort alphabetically a multi-volume Encyclopedia of most Chinese. By the way foresee a hot debate on ways to collect tents. I think, in an irreconcilable battle will join supporters of the first awning sticking in the groove, and then diving and picking up the frame and the apologists for issuing the original frame, and then stringing it an awning. Swift with the "big-endian" and "ostrokonechnikami" obzavidovalsya would.
While gathered tent, while descended to sea until this and that, in short day was over. Morning woke us roar soaring rocket. Then he thought for an emergency transfer of Baikonur, I looked out of the trailer. Right in front of our tent was a kind of device that represents something like kerosene on a tripod, on which stood a frying pan, and a long hose that went into the bowels of the old red standing right next Icarus. I do not know, which served as fuel for this infernal machine, but the stench was from a burned-out tank farm, and the sound power would envy starter module "Progress". At somewhere twenty minutes off of the bus jumped a plump rosy Selyanka and made a docking pan with pasta and canned meat. The stench was simply prohibitive. A few minutes later the bus, flashing gold teeth and spreading the smell of fresh fume, ably drowned garlic flavor, tipped with a cheerful crowd gykanem local holidaymakers. To quickly spread a film and set up plates and glasses and went to a feast for the whole world. One joy to shoot, the first stage silently smoked, lonely deprived charred pans. At lunch the same thing happened with a vengeance thanks to a planned increase resting degrees of fun. I was horrified waited dinner. But smuggled. Brunt of unbridled joy took over the disco. Apparently it was not before the meal.
The next day, my squaw torknulo go watch the city of Sochi. You see, she was not in this beautiful city, his mother, and his urgent need to explore.I knew then ... but the most naive way I have this fucking idea was supported, deciding on the road yet to find and watch all the campsites, and modernized, offering to inspect the most productive way - available at the highest point in Sochi observation tower. Even binoculars picked up, you fool. In short after leaving in the morning, we all cursed, traipsing over vans and utykayas in congestion on the only mountain road up to this fucking Sochi. The only single-sideband road which is also renovating the whole - is death. Having entered through the seven! hours in Sochi we stood still for an hour in traffic jams in the city, because for us there priperlis Medvedev, Putin and Lukashenko, with unprecedented joy standing before a closed door, we learned that damn lookout tower for a year as does not work, and evil as dogs go back. Well at least the trailer was left in the camp. In short the glorious city of Sochi, I really did not like. And not because we were exhausted by expensive, but because it is very izgazhena energy of the city, and it is very much felt. A burning desire to quickly amass the bubble just hanging in the air. It is felt in the convulsive unreasonable construction in the style of new Russian empire, and to communicate and the manner of service in a restaurant and a crazy ride on an opposite with the loud siren of any machine which has at least some to do with power, and unrealistic prices for all. In general, all of the most infamous Moscow show-off, exaggerated rising and taking local color, moved to Sochi. The difference in the cost of gasoline at the pump by the same company Dzhubga and Sochi is nearly two rubles. And it's only a hundred and fifty miles. In short you want to spoil the holiday itself - Go to Sochi.
By the way honestly zaskakivaya under each sign with the name of "camping" all over have found only one worthy of attention location. This is camping under the village of Asha. There really is possible to go under the railway and embark directly on the pebble beach at five meters from the sea. There is even a shower out of a barrel of it can also dial the service water. There is something any cafe and you can ask your extension cord or plug on the boat station, or in a cafe. All other campsites are just a so-called "grounds to perch oneself" and do not deserve any attention.
How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga of the sort as the sixth)
Thus, skated a cultural program "Visit Olympic city with the highest piles" of the night we waded the native pritsepchiku hoping to finish this lousy day in the healing arms of Morpheus. But this was clearly not the day Beckham! Apparently, that life does not seem raspberries, we were honored earlier in the day a meal in a restaurant, the Lazarevskoye. For peace of mind was selected solid institution in the heart. Special delights we certainly were not expecting, but not so well! Particularly impressed by "the meat in French, where under a fur coat from an unknown cheese interspersed with fungi showed fairly fried piece of boiled meat. I suppose that before you get to me, he courageously gave all the juice to some soup and blessed richness is not a soup. But it's bad. The main fun started on the way back to the streamer, where the poor kid metal grub out the window on the fly, (stay on the single-sideband streamer simply nowhere) trying to get lined up evenly on the back of the column. And as they say in TV shop - but it's not all! In addition to the ass you get two more of a headache and a little hassle. Arriving, finally, the night before the "rainbow" we stupidly rested in a fortified redoubt echeloned of the tents around our caravan. Not that the car, on foot to wade through the stretched rope, tents, and tightly bolted to the car it was impossible. We have forgotten two things: has a Friday, and that on Friday, thinking is not accepted. Now I understand that the arrival of workers throughout the Stavropol and Krasnodar Krai in the seaside on Friday, as inevitable as the annual migration of white storks in South-eastern China. And the pathetic ad on tetrad leaves, the front wall of the Reply Reply Reply Reply caravan with a polite request not to take place in front of the trailer, becausehe propelled and poorly flies, you need to do as a banner 3x6 feet, with attached to the base on a pair of ten-leashes coached in the human flesh pit bulls. And here, perhaps, in this case, faith in human reason would I have lasted a bit longer.
Deciding that tomorrow concrete, I just pull out their tents and caravan dump from this rookery seals, I left to sleep. Woke me up knock drops on the roof and demonic laughter of his wife. Looking out into the darkness of the door, I saw a contented husband, gleefully observed from predpalatki for rushing into the dark figures who are struggling trying to catch the downpour which started under a wind torn awnings and tents. It was a day of reckoning! As the old man would say Mephistopheles "on our street came a holiday" with a sense of deep satisfaction that we retreated to bed.
We met a cool morning ... In the sense of contemptuous looks cool night disfranchised, quickly regained its Shanghai. We, however, defiantly open canopies of our strong and comfortable at home, preparing for the morning meal, covering remote desktop heated in a microwave dishes and chilled in the refrigerator for drinks. And here also zolotozubye holiday-red Ikarus fussed leave. Wow! Here is a gift. And life is getting better! This reason it was decided to immediately note a cold beer, and track rich breakfast table aristocrats replenished good unfiltered beer. But as you know, life is - a piece changeable. Already permeated almost to the bus departing villagers warm family feeling, we languidly lounging at the table, happily waved goodbye to them whatever they could. Next painting. Slowly drove the bus pyhnuv finally acrid exhaust, smiling foolishly revealed to our people even more old and rusty Icarus, who was standing right behind him. In the windows of the bus could be seen the surprised faces eager to rest natives with undisguised interest in pyalyaschihsya opened their eyes now feasting in crisis Muscovites. Dumb! Stanislavsky sobs, the Moscow zoo with his glazed monkey smokes nervously. Deciding that we are not dangerous, because they are still more holiday-dumped out of the bus and spent the movement pulled in front of our noses out of a huge tent and bed oilcloth oilcloth another on the grass. I sensed a trick. With growing alarm, I tracked the appearance of plates and faceted glasses. The emergence of pan has not foretell anything good. On cucumbers and onions anxiously stolen breath. And here it is - a nightmare! Two men with difficulty dragged from the bowels of the bus to the horror of a familiar plant with a hose, but the Shaitan, the car was almost twice as much! All that ended in the happy days. On top of that, somewhere in the fifty meters away stood a Uwharrie, which necessarily had to show how powerful the system with subwoofer, he managed to get here this morning, and coupled with horse radish taste and appropriate repertoire of all this cacophony (from the word cacao) finally agreed to our early departure.
In general, the first of the campgrounds we visited, namely camping "Rainbow" I can advise only longing for the coterie defrocked monks, hermits, or a group of young people who successfully traded motorhome to 625 tents with vestibule. By the way accidentally drove into "Rainbow" at a good RV Lett lasted only two days. Weakling.
After the departure of the "Rainbow" a brilliant plan intended to combine in a glorious city of Gelendzhik business with pleasure. It was nice to visit the largest in Europe (according to advertisements) water park, and useful, at last, there is normally a wash. Clear the degree to this day we do not hurry too late and arrived in Gelendzhik in exactly to the closure of cherished pomyvochnoy. Bed had dirty. Operatively was found parking, as always, proudly calling itself campsite where my tee for the day pulled out only once. Therefore, I consider it necessary to further define its location. In short drive down the street on which the left you will have the same water park "Golden Bay" and in the end run into a dead end. The right to enter the gate. Over the fence - the same camping. The owner, as usual drinks with friends, so you can stop off and get up first, then go to negotiate.There is a bathroom with two toilets, shower with hot water (for some reason, girls only, you'd think that all guys fans of frozen eggs) and to plug the power strip. From sea to stomp about five minutes, but you go out to the beach with a promenade, which all now under construction. Did not dare to swim - very dirty. In short this is perekantovatsya, if not managed in a water park, or want tusanut in Gelendzhik, but be quiet for the safety of the trailer. Territory at 24.00 closed, and most importantly, to master kerf that you want from him only a key to enter again. In short the following day was to start with a pleasant water treatment, and this is encouraging.
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How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga, Part Seven)
Next morning started with the motto: "A wonderful man brought a woman in Gelendzhik!" Proud baboon were told that the biggest splash in the water park will be in the morning and have not yet kicked out, but after learning the cost of attendance, was strangled tightly seated on the neck nearly to death by toad . By adopting a form of justification, which in the end, we actually might go there to wash, it was decided to go after dinner, because it is cheaper. Well what can I say, not looking at an expensive input and the best end of August, people were overflowing. Entrance fees and rental lockers, went to inspect a foothold. Well, not Sandune, of course, but the shower is quite decent, with booths and, more importantly, with a normal hot shower. Leaving a pleasant procedure for dessert, we decided to still meet most of the cost of the ticket elozinem of colorful plastic. The territory is really cool roller coasters in bulk. Heap pools, great with artificial waves, to what is inflation, where knee-deep in water, happily hammering each other, a lot of guys trying to play football. Along with malyshovymi slides in "Golden Bay" also saw what it monstroidalnuyu design with two open slides and two closed tubes, well, just a gigantic height. At the top stood a handful of potential suicide bombers, from which from time to time kamikaze was separated, and the speed dive bomber flew down. Call it skating, I would not dare, especially watching the person has sunk to the bottom of the guinea pig, eloquently saying: "nafig-nafig your slides." On the second run, something very few were willing. But on the other roller coaster was just pandemonium. Of particular excitement aroused design, where the slide should be on the air circles. Ash stump community was much less willing, and behind them all lined up like a mausoleum. Ohrenet people were forty to fifty minutes to wait for an inflatable bun and roll down on it a couple of times, with a triumphant glance at waiting. That is happiness! Selecting slides, where the people smaller, sluggish rode with her daughter, because water, even for me was chilly. Did not deny the pleasure of testing "unitaznuyu" hill, where, after the pipe goes into some huge funnel with a hole in the middle, which, in fact, and "merge". Called "Feel full by shit!" And to heighten the speed necessary to take low-flying pose a hammer and smash your pipe, resting on the shoulders down, a specially trained person (probably know-how of the water park). To me, seems to tovaristch showed the top of his skill, because after the departure of the pipe I had made a record number of revolutions under the rim of the toilet, and after an elaborate embrulii I was powerfully fused, complete with behind me melt.
Shorter than fun, but breaks off very even less obviously inflated price, how much cold water and lots of people. Therefore, you can go for help, but it is better to wash water parks to choose smaller and cheaper.But a full hot shower after a week of daily acrobatic sketches in the style of "wash out a tablespoon in a wardrobe - it's something! First, though, her hands unconsciously looking for cans to traditional batch "cushy", but later released.
Nevertheless, clean and in a good mood, we went back for the trailer, packed up and left in the direction of Anapa. Night was falling. Knowing that the road alone, did not mess about with the navigator. Just too lazy. The result was fast to come. In the dark, in the glorious city of hero-Novorossiysk skipped a turn and then drove to a result which is far lanes. Again, too lazy to stick a GPS, and for some unknown reason, took the most antiquated method of asking for a road passing by the natives. Unluckily passed by two aunts are not the first freshness. The devil pulled me raskoryachivshegosya on a narrow road, rather than to torment, to turn thirty-three steps, and go back and ask these ...: "But is it possible here pereulochkom side on the next street to go?". "You can, my dear, you can" old hag! May you also to the post for the pension gets. First asphalt has ended primer, then primer and narrowed over the wells, and then I clamped on one side of the fence, and the other dense shrubs at the edge of the ravine, ran into someone's parked in the middle of the track Zhiguli. Squeeze is impossible to pass backwards in the dark - is unrealistic. On happiness appeared a good man, found someone Zhiguli, and then another half an hour, literally a millimeter, I dragged a caravan on a narrow strip through the drainage ditch, and undermining podkladyvaya stones and boards. An introduction to Off Road strengthened my theory that ride with the navigator must always and everywhere, and local aunts asking only about the price of cucumbers in the market. Although also probably sovrut.
It was quite deep into the night got to Anapa. Drove out the native Pioneer Ave. From childhood memories and visits a decade ago has disappeared. Changed all pretty cool. New summer camp for new pionerov clearly not ready to take on union tour. Decided somewhere perch oneself and Blagoveschinsk go in the morning, so that the light of day to choose a place. Towards caught some dude and gave a tip for the next "type of camping. As always, for a lot of 450 pe. day conditions no. Electricity only at night, carry water from the devils, across the street screaming karaoke bar, a shower without hot water. The only plus, it's his wife assembled a competent thing. Nearby stood the old caravan, a cheerful little man whose wife has dried on the clothes-folding like an ironing-board drying. Fucking handy thing I must tell you. Do not have soared to tie a rope to spend time on it, everything is very compact and fast. So, I recommend to everyone.
The next day, drove to a scythe Annunciation, simultaneously looking at ways of coming across campsites. Very impressed Vityazevo its fashionable. No Monte Carlo, of course, but if things continue to go well, then at Anapa coming soon, its Ruble-Lite. Choking on saliva, drove past the winery, and after half an hour entered the Blagoveshchensk. After passing through the entire village came to a fiscal analog Pioneer Avenue, going the same way along the sea. I would even say on Student lane. Especially liked the recreation center "Elite" with elite coaches and plywood dwelling not less glamorous tank for showers in the style of "Post-apocalyptic punk." After passing all Strasse, we have reached the barrier and an inscription that camping is "Solaris". It seems, and it was the end point of our journey.
How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga of the eighth)
So, before us lies a blue El Dorado. ... No, it is uncharted land Sannikov. After all, had to survive a week without electricity for ALL! "Teddy" generator ruptured in the first minute of microwave ovens, trust is not called, and was fit only for feeding a pair of "light bulbs Ilyich", covering the burial ceremony for the family, so thoughtlessly detached from civilization. Feeling abandoned on a desert island by sailors, who are doomed as soon as possible run wild or be torn to pieces by savages, we passed under the gate.In my head, why then spun the series "Lost", interspersed with the most savory scenes of eating vile stirring beetles from "Survivor." Sadly, hunted look in his wife as receding into the distance desert dunes gave out that the breakdown of psychic resistance members of the expedition has reached catastrophic proportions. As we move away from civilization was growing panic. And then - Oh, wonder! Right in front of the camp we saw two caravans Petrograd rooms nestled on level ground in the sands. Do not believe me, Rushed to the rapid Saiga him as a sinner for the indulgence. OUR! Even thought there was that maybe people here take on loneliness, but here I am ecstatic. Well, in short, judging by the lack of machinery, People was on the road than I brazenly decided to use, pritknuv caravan third in a chain of funky sea.
Along the way, got considerable pleasure from the movement confidence Grand Vitara in deep sand at matsanya trailer in the most comfortable position. Still, along with the clear disadvantage of all-wheel drive when calculating the cost of petrol, no Trouble with the cross is more than it covers. Citizens! I confirm - all-wheel drive for towing a caravan significantly expands the horizons karavanera and contributes to the preservation of its nerve cells, which in turn prolongs the life and cleanses the karma. Returning back home brothers karavanery apparently were surprised such a fantastic arrogance, but they were wonderful benevolent people traveling with large families, and receive reputation traditionally arrogant boorish Muscovite, I managed to escape.
Night was falling. Setting a sluggish source of electricity over the next hill, we, in light of the windows of our cozy nest has almost calmed down, sat down to supper on the streets. But there it was. Rest to us only dream about. At first I was like a strange began to itch. It seems bathed recently, and suddenly ...? Then he heard light blows and clicks on the windows. And only when my mouth, leaving behind a sandwich flew just two of something, stupid lecturer knew it was time to take action. Going into the trailer at the light, I'm just dumbfounded by the number of all flying small fry, the joy had flown to suck fresh urban krovushki. There were mosquitos (actually from them, and scratching, as this mosquito-called small fry language is not rotated, respectively, and biting), and some midges in an incredible amount, and beetles and fireflies, and kozyavochki. Lacked only the cockroaches walk through the kitchen solemn parade. In short - all the flags on a visit to us. And all this tops writhing in ecstasy in the window blew in the door, seeped in the hatches, climbed into his mouth and eyes and, in general, strains are not a child. And then the hour celebration of my wife '. With the mystery and artistry Amayak Akopyan she has learned from some pre-foresight (it should be the same!) Prikuplennye mosquito net with Velcro, and - OP-Ahalan mahalay - all in the grids, the reception is over, all free. Next, of course, got a severe problem for men to destroy caught unawares, and that the terminator is already out on the warpath. Everyone knows that there is nothing suitable for the extermination of flying small creatures are better than yesterday's newspaper, editorialized rolled out. That is to say, the enemy must see before I die than live the country. In second place sneakers, and in far apart towel twisted "carrot". In the absence within walking distance kiosk "Soyuzpechat" I have strongly decided to replace the newspaper available magazine "Antenna" with white teeth Vlad Topalov on the cover. The first blows have shown the correctness of the replacement, and in the teeth of Topalov's stuck with a dozen mosquitoes. With the subsequent increase in the face hit the popular singer was like first to Dracula after a hearty dinner, then to the Miner-Stakhanovite and finally to swollen thumbnail The Drayman dashing after a brawl in the port. In what way, and led, that this formidable instrument of destruction, was named "Topalov".So my wife and yelled: "Again came, bring" Topalov ". The result in fatal logging in two days on the cover were some rags, and had it torn off. Nice work Topalov continued singer Valeria, which has appeared on the second page. I got an opportunity to compare the properties of the slaughter of our stars. Valeria lasted all day. Whether the mosquito went bigger, then there still a war - it is not for women. Although, the fifth day my turn came Zavorotnyuk - and did so lupil it almost before you leave. Sorry about Valuev is not a magazine written for purity, so to speak, of the experiment.
Nevertheless, the chase in the heat of passion for hunting around the trailer that day, ogreb another problem. Suddenly the lights went out. In the dark ringing heard only the hoarse groaning squeak wounded mosquito, and I realized that parody Dyurasel over the hill safely eaten up the tank of gasoline. I had to pull out the canister and go refill. Mokruhu had to finish. Wearing a light on the forehead with a cry of "I` l be back! ", A bloody butcher confidently entered into the darkness. Until I realized that the light is better to switch only when absolutely necessary, flying into the light of the creature, played by me in full. In future, all things I've done in complete darkness and with nature, posing as his own. Not touched. Apparently believed.
The next day was devoted to building comfort in the absence of civilization. Already familiar movements posed a tent, inflate all the mattresses, on windows, hatches and doors grid full of cans of water (one even covered with black plastic garbage bags and exposed to the sun for heating), taut clothesline, regularly tarahtit generator, charging the battery, plays radio, thrown back the curtains, have breakfast, admire the sea. In general, the house - a full cup! But no, your mother, what is, but should spoil the idyll. On grub flocked flies. And in such quantities that even the killer in "internal" politics "Topalov, there could not do anything. Were subsequently tried other means (on anti-mosquito candles to tape over the table, which I always stick in your head, resulting in all the little corpses roamed flies into my hair), but, alas, the day the flies at all, you do not get rid of.
But this, ladies and gentlemen, as we say, all garbage, compared with those feelings that overwhelm you, when, already finished and organize the necessary level of comfort, you sit in the evening in silence. You are one. In front of you in the moon gleaming expanse of calm boundless sea waves lazily rolls. Over the head of a huge tent of the sky with myriads of stars that can be studied gaze endlessly. Barely perceptible night breeze brings the smell salt water, mixed with the smell the cooling sand. And in this majestic silence you know, finally, its transience and insignificance, and start to appreciate every moment when you can here so just sit back and be involved in an endless circle of life. All care and meaningless bustle, somewhere far away, and now, it seems a little more, still just about, and will open some great mysteries of life, for which only makes sense to live. And it absolutely seriously do you want to absorb it all, to breathe into himself and the sea and sky and air so as to forever leave a whole infinity, the smallest speck of dust which you yourself are. But having absorbed - to dissolve that would simultaneously be everywhere, in every corner of this beautiful world, giving us the life we so stupidly spend on all the small stuff.
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How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga, part nine)
Plop! With all his imprint on the forehead kind of flying crap, thereby interrupting the stream of consciousness, and turning the philosophical trend of thought in a purely worldly, landed-household channels. It was time to make a tape of the toilets. Since the close was not fixed "the palaces of reverie, then the only option that came to my mind is to bury the treasure in the dunes, and that's that. No sooner said than done. Taking a shovel in one hand and the precious container to another, a quiet starry night Pinocchio went to bury my five soldi in the field of fools.You never know, maybe a tree will grow shitty, that's loot is going to knock off, showing it to tourists. Everyone is curious to see. Gostinichku put, Souvenir there'll be selling all sorts, who in a jar, and someone in a matchbox. There, you see, and seedlings will be used. Grows all zakolositsya! And will the village latrines, crappy area, the manure of the real center of the universe, because everything that we had not done so and obtained. And therefore this is our most important strategic Endless Resource. And more than oil and gas are thought minded bourgeois snickering behind the hill. Hell, run hither and on the dunes in the dark without the light sort smelly reduction was not only romantic, but quite frankly it is difficult. Finally, the burial place was found and began excavation. Mindful of the Green Party, has decided to make the pit deeper. Ha! Who has ever dug the sand in the desert will understand me. Digging - and he was back, dig - and he was back. At the twentieth minute, it was decided that the resulting hole is quite pass for excavation in an embryonic state, and wealth was solemnly poured. Began the process of burial. But what is it! Now the opposite is true: bury - and it climbs, bury - and it climbs. Something like extortion obstinate substance produced camouflage dry sand under the terrain. In the darkness unnoticed like a happened, though, when tyrkani shovel all hodilo shaking, like swamps. Imagine what a wonderful surprise waiting for accidentally walking on the dunes of the naturalist, he tread in these shifting sands, I'm with some degree of remorse for his acts went to sleep.
The morning was magical. As well as all follow-up to his departure. The bright sun, deserted beach, and funky view of the sea of tents. Still a breakfast with a view gives a much more energy. In general, I concluded that caravanning views of the surrounding reality for long-term parking lot, it means even more than some convenience. If this is not half the battle. The same applies to campsites. Gravel parking lot between the old city crematorium and the railway station of the Moscow-sorting, even if there is simply everything and you will still pay extra for it, can hardly compete with any campsite without conditions on the lake. So the view from the window, it does not chip hitropopyh Realtors, and the harsh reality given to us in the form of visual sensations to satisfy the aesthetic senses and desire for beauty.
In high spirits aestheticism connoisseurs went to the beach to swim. The beach is excellent, the people of small, clear water, what else is needed for happiness. Bultyhayas with her daughter, popped, and suddenly two meters away from my face, too, emerged from the depths of something big and black fin. While doper that this dolphin has snapped back from under the water bubbles five, no less. Really dumb, it's not you in the dolphins fish with a side throw. Turns out to be a kid, like, looking at the shore. Every morning, swam, and swam along the shore, collecting on the beach the crowd ran after them with cameras and screaming with joy in children.
Before dinner, staying in prostration, surprised many around daring departure for water. Immersing the canister in the trunk and experiencing the warm feelings about the wonderful terrain Grand Vitara in the sand, dashingly decided to turn around and jerk with a fountain of sand from under the wheels. Jerk then pulled, but forgot all about that clothesline traditionally stretched from predpalatki to the car and tied through the roof to the door handle. The handle was unusually strong. Thank God that a number of what were then the MPs, who received otletevshimi clothes pins on the forehead with an eloquent gesture marked the entire stremnost moment. Collecting and trailing behind me a string of shorts, shirts and socks, I made it clear that it was quite mundane procedure accelerated drying.Uniquely, seen me earlier device for drying in the form of the ironing board, stood in line to purchase at number one.
During the lunch was scheduled plan attacks in the coming days. We had to visit the resort city of Anapa, which combine sightseeing with a touch of shopping (where the same without him!) And perform two task forces of the expedition: one on the Azov Sea to inspect the camping "Oasis" and show the child alternative reservoir, the second - an attempt to drive through the Annunciation spit as far as possible toward the Crimea (just pozyrit, cho there). First in the queue was Anapa.
Anapa.
"Thank you dear father that I rest in Anapa. This simple example of poetic folk art met us at the entrance to the city's main promenade. Plug in the car, of course, was nowhere to go and had to drive into the side lane on some parking lot for the money. And the gate opened for what is a suspicious security guard, unshaven, with one hand picking up a striped barrier, and the second pouring a glass of vodka from standing directly on the column of bottles. By the way our suspicions were confirmed when we have a few hours of returning to the car, did not reveal not only the security guard, but also the barrier as such. Apparently the dream of their own two meters of the state border, the man decided to implement, start small. I'm right and imagined how, after a hard day of work a man comes home from the turnpike, lovingly puts the instrument in the corner and wipes the breadwinner cloth. Actually the rest of the rest in Anapa is quite possible to determine under the same sauce. Standard spa promenade with lots of booths and stalls, trying vparit careless travelers unnecessary junk, small eatery, and outdoor restaurants with trying to drown each other singing labuhami, idiotic rides and continuous razvodilovo for money. In general, anything new and interesting. The only thing fun, so it is discovered by chance in the search for street parking "red-green". I do not deny myself the pleasure to drive through it twice, wondering what the name after all the heroes name. Well there was street "Red-white" - it is clear that for the union side in the Civil War, and here, you know, whether Zyuganov Greenpeace to persuade, or Lokomotiv Moscow moved closer to the sea.
Returning to the trailer, found that neighbors had left, and we were left in splendid isolation. But it is now not frightened because life has already been adjusted, and could only enjoy a wholesome recreational in nature, without intrusive civilization and brothers in mind. Night swimming in the sea and meditation under the stars have to say is help restore emotional balance.
The next day, went to the Sea of Azov to inspect the camping "Oasis". On the way, the child first saw a watermelon plantation. Revelation that is, watermelons do not grow on palm trees, severely shaken baby unconscious. About the pineapples are now afraid to even stutter.
We drove quite a long time, but for the reason that my wife managed to bang my brand new MAX 4G with GPS, at times it seemed that we were going the wrong way. According to feelings is certainly a rare Ass of the world. Quite aside from all the resort areas, through endless fields and small villages, courtyards, gardens reached Achuevo. Found this "Oasis". People not at all, but it is understandable - the last days of August. The territory is small, but in principle it is all necessary, and toilets, and water and coffee shops. The most valuable is the place for parking caravans and motorhomes just at the edge of the beach with rosettes at the poles. And on top of each spot stationary tables with benches under the awning.Once the guard with reverence shown by standing in the shade the caravan director, I realized that our brother here understand, and for fans of the Azov Sea is undoubtedly a very good option for the season. Itself as the Sea of Azov as always was warm, cloudy and annoyingly small. Shorter than ideal for families with young children. Plenty of "finds" (literally) on the sea went back. Along the way met techno-mirage - petrol station where petrol was worth nearly five rubles cheaper. At first did not believe, then have long tried to cashier, what's the catch, and finally decided to risk it and tucked in a full tank. Normally, the engine will not even hiccupped, worked without any problems. It is likely that this is a local column, which sells local petrol local producers. That's the way we saw a lot of oil rigs with operating pumps and one oil-refining plant. In general, most important not to confuse: "Rostneft" - it's cheap and cheerful, and Rosneft - are pathetic and expensive.
Another day, decided to dedicate a hike in the nearest edge of the world. I wanted to ride on the Annunciation spit as far as possible. "More" is over, in fact, pretty close. Only five or six kilometers from where our guests. Sandwiched on one side by the Black Sea, on the other side of the huge estuary, literally spit narrowed to a few tens of meters, and go through it is only possible on a tractor or a full-fledged SUV. But it is a paradise for kitesurfing and windsurfing. Actually plenty of people on the beach when it was associated with the conduct of a kite festival. More on the beach, right in the couple of meters from the water, I saw standing on a caravan holiday. Going and talking to the owners learned that the practice the following theme for the fans to be closer to the water: a caravan of 500 rubles simply dragged onto the beach tractor. Imagine what would happen if the tractor breaks down, or a tractor driver, visit the sudden rush of unrestrained greed, I'm on now bright prospects rest mentally declined.
Well, here come September. It is time, as they say, and the honor of knowing and conscience have. Let's go home. Collect belongings, Georgia, and streamed miles return journey. Before Tula decided nevertheless to try to Seliger pass yards past the Moscow and avoiding the big highways. Such an abundance of small provincial towns I visited in my life once. I never thought it would be so interesting. They are both somewhat similar and very different. Each has its own energy and their chips. In one, for some reason there was a record number of pharmacies and shoe stores per capita. How it is interconnected with each other - for me it remains a mystery. Whether the shoes is such that no drugs can not do, whether in high esteem, health workers, moonlighting as orthopedics. In another town we had a bite at some nondescript eatery in all seriousness the world's best pancakes. And so on. In short, sometimes just shook slowly outside Moscow on the boundless expanse of native on the machine is very informative and interesting. And then, again - and again in the metropolis of fuss.
Well, and ended my first trip with the caravan. And now, as a rule, follow the most important part of any test or expedition - conclusions. In fact, usually only that part and read, skipping all the rubbish written in front of her, because as time - money. So:
How chayning attached to caravanning (epic saga of the tenth and final)
Immediately warn that the following conclusions - it's my personal speculation based on my personal experience, absolutely no claim to ultimate truth. Maybe even some items that venerable karavanery, so to speak bison wheels and camping and smash to smithereens, but nevertheless, I can report the following, suffered, and over time think about:
Concerns until just travel with a caravan (for motorhome zamahnus not, have not tried)
1. First and foremost, be clear: "And you need it?"
2.If the awl in one place clouded brains, and yet really "should", it is necessary to perplex way you reach the desired "Carts of happiness." Whether you take it on rent, or seriously undermine the family budget. It is very important to win over the husband, because without him it is you still will not let go of one. Accordingly, if the purchase of the caravan moves the treasured fur coat for an indefinite period, the first trip will turn you into hell. Leave the diplomatic delights and secret tricks to them. Comrade. Machiavelli on the conscience of the interested parties, and assume that the longed-for "Coach Your Dreams" still found myself in your hands.
3. Look out the window and make sure the yard is really the summer. In this case, the chance that the first trip with the caravan will be continued thereafter, increases substantially. Determine the appropriate season, you can either visually by the absence of snow, or using special tools "Thermometer"
4. After a long and painful reflection and high-profile dispute with his wife, turning into a fight without serious injury, firmly and irrevocably decide to go with a caravan holiday abroad, devoting close a week developing a route to the alien sea, with a stop in the audited more experienced comrade European campsites. At the same time renew a passport, and sparse vocabulary of languages of the countries where decided to stop. We must especially pay attention to profanity Aboriginal and terms such as "Where's your shinomontage?», «That's why it durilka kartonnaya you fill my gas can not you?", As well as "From Schwein and hear you!"
5. Now you need with the utmost seriousness puzzle studying and preparing the technical part of the trailer. "Teach the materiel" should become the motto for every day for at least three weeks. There is probably some kind of special and supermastera on all hands that a couple of days and summer houses are on wheels to deliver, but we're still talking about the average Russian, who are able, at least, replace the rubber gasket in the valve. If even this action causes some difficulty, then they better step further and do not read, and once in salonchik for a new caravan with a warranty and car maintenance with full-time mechanic. I can advise others to pay attention to the following aspects:
- Technical condition of suspension should be almost perfect. The brakes need to brake, springs - springs, shock absorbers - depreciate. Parking brake, what is most interesting - it is slow in the parking lot. Nice to have, and spare wheel for the caravan. On the availability of parking nominated wheels and shoes under the wheels I'm not even talking about.
- If you do not tow - it is stupid not to install. The meaning of venture in this case is lost, so you must install the tow puzzle with 13 pin connector and connector 12-volt network to the caravan from the car to run cooler on the go and charge the battery cabin in a caravan.
- Make sure you test your appliance from every conceivable source of energy. If you have this only works on the pedal rod, the warm beer in the parking lot will inevitably plunge you into a two-day transport and recreation will be spoiled.
- For any need to zaimet Helium battery capacity of not less than 90 amps per hour. As mentioned above, it should be charging at least from the car on track. Accordingly, to test the low voltage supplied from its lighting and pump flushing toilets. For more advanced users are not excluded from his washing pump taps and showers, which makes it a little while absolute autonomy from degrading the connection to 220 volts.
- Check and, if not, to ensure the presence of relatively normal hot and cold water. We throw the tank clean, cool water for at least 50 liters under the seat, put the gas boiler and normal taps with a shower in the sink and toilet. This is a must! Without the ability to take a warm shower and wash anything with hot water idea is doomed to failure. Along the way, to verify in practice the shower leaks. If necessary, use the sealant, or installing a conventional shower curtains. Just think over how to advance the Gulf of stationary tanks of clean water.Either embed filler neck, as in motorhomes, whether in sports will warm up in the morning with canisters to the nearest tap - you decide. But at least one plastic bottle for water capacity of 20-25 liters have advise. Well, do not forget about voronochku.
- Accordingly, the care of the sink. I think that the best solution is to install stationary flat pot dirty water from the bottom of the trailer.
- Gas supply. For the first year of departure this will be the least gemorroynaya theme. Just put a pair of 27-liter bottles, and without heating you it should be enough for all of 2 weeks vacation. In extreme cases, it is better to have adapters for European stations.
- Must zaimet good, strong extension of at least 50 meters to connect to the campsites. And for secure four GASOLINE shumopoglaschayuschem in a housing capacity of not less than 2 kW. Well, just in case a small stock of salon and car light bulbs for the caravan. And as always for the canister of gasoline with watering.
- Very useful to immediately produce and take it with a wooden (or anyone for what will suffice) platform under foot. Really really help out on the sand. And as if there is let into the level, buy an ordinary building in order to precisely set the trailer in the parking lot and the water from the shower pan correctly merged. Particularly advanced Zateynik can buy a laser. They can also neighbors ponervirovat specific points on the forehead.
- Predpalatka. It should be - and the point.
- The list of required options comes as the following: reflective vest, plastic or wooden steps to the entrance to the caravan, full-size foldable camping furniture (table and chairs on the number of consumers), head flashlight, work gloves, tape, rubber stretch with hooks for fastening luggage folding clothes airer, liquid composting toilets. In the case of a stop in a wild place (if found) the list shall be supplemented by a shovel, hatchet, repelentami and romantic mood.
Well, actually, all that would like to inform the public about the distinguished features of the national caravanning. The fact that once in your life, you should try it to everyone - I do not even doubt it. And do not compare it with the usual travel and tourism. It's just different. Better or worse you will decide only as long as no hook the caravan and will not touch the road. Next issue will be different: mine or not mine. And if - my - then welcome to the new, exciting part of your life that will take a long time and your time and wallet, and power, but will give an incomparably more, and make new friends, and vivid impressions, and the amazing information, and most importantly - happiness and zest for life.
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