do not know how to feel the participants in this show, but I had enough and one rock. But my friend wanted to continue to climb the mountain Makovytsya to, as they say, see everything at once. I will not describe how we were raised on it - except to say that all the normal people who did not have any one thing with me, turned back an hour and a half later, while we hung with bags, as the commandos of American movies, hard perlite up more 2 hours. Probably easier to do it, not only in visa in Greece and fly there. But on the descent, I just can not write. It started with the fact that some guy asked us to shorten the path and go back on the boar's trail along the ridge of the mountain. About ten minutes later my friend found something similar on the trail and turned on her. I immediately thought that it was not laid boars, because those so-culturally, to walk hand in hand do not know how, but comrade so confidently ran forward, though personally paved it with the boars.

25 minutes later travels, we learned an interesting fact in the life of wild boars, namely that they are probably able to fly, because the trail suddenly interrupted. We go back like the real guys from the Donets Basin, however, did not intend, and so began with even more enthusiasm to jump from rock to rock, hoping that we in any case be able to go down to the foot of the mountain and go to "civilization." But it turned out that the pigs learned to fly is not in vain, because the front surfaced rapidly Rod, get over that it was unrealistic. Seeing him, we realized that this is a complete finish, or rather start a new rise, zest of which was that the yard was already darkness and no path was not there and close.

At this point, there was a smell popandosom, but not on us, because we ran like mad up and started a marathon, which even in cartoons to show it is impossible (which is still a cool thing - an incentive!). Yes, for example, I completely forgot that was a spanking, and ran so fast that those already kink soles up, and my friend broke all the packages and almost lost my shoes (they, I would at that time had to Honduras would be able to drapanuty). In this mad gallop, we almost missed this path, the edges of which were special marks of yellow color to people like us. Seeing her, we are terribly excited and confused at the same time a severe dilemma: "Where are all the same to go?". First we started with fright to move up, but after a while the logic back from holiday and made us go down. After 40 minutes of wandering we finally managed to get out of the woods in the distance and see the road leading to Yaremche. At that time we thought that everything was over, and suddenly a new threat, and where we did not expect it - in the rear, in the face of huge sheep dogs, which guarded the recreation center "Huzulschyna", through which our road lay. Having a pre-emptive "wow", it looked looked at us as if reflecting on which of these two instances to run so far faster than the fence. Frankly, even today I find it hard to answer this question, because everything seemed to be trying photo finish (by the way, sorry that such a fund does not exist and we can not now make fun music from the soul skewed those runners).

Be that as it was, we got out and got to Yaremche, though our adventures were not over, because we then tried to put up a tent near the railway station, in front of a hut and yes even in the meadow, on which were grazing a few horses ( their presence only when we found out the flashlight and the light sent directly to the face of one of them - to be honest, horror movies at the moment vacation!). Since all these attempts were unsuccessful, we had to spend the night on a station bench, curled up and putting his things under his head. We slept, though not for long, because at 4 am train to Lvov came that we could not miss in any way, for in his pocket there was only a couple of hryvnia. So, we sat in his car and headed for home - tired, dirty, but full of good impressions and positive emotions, which can only find in the mountains!