Hello! Incredibly, more than a month has flown by since my last post. Only towards the end of January I did manage to break out of the tenacious clutches of harsh reality into new journey.
I had promised my wife a trip to Boysun for a long time, and therefore, having seen the announcement of "Mysterious Uzbekistan", I signed up for the trip among the first. At the appointed time, we stood with backpacks at the South Railway station.
Since this was my wife's first trip to Boysun, I decided not to shock her and add some comfort by booking a lux compartment (it is lux for Uzbekistan). Of course, next time there will be no such luxury and we will go in an ordinary compartment along with the rest of the mortals :).
Early in the morning we arrived in Boysun, where Choraka was already waiting for us. We greeted each other, waited for the rest of the group (they were traveling in ordinary compartments, as befits mere mortals). Then we went to Choraka's house for a traditional breakfast.
After breakfast we went to the Kyzyl Ayzon mountain. Unfortunately, I did not find a translation of this toponym.
In general, the announcement promised a visit to the Kelif-Sherabad ridge. Remember, I already wrote about it? that time we got wet, cold and terribly dirty. That time I promised myself that I’ll never (never, never!) again will walk on clay and come to Boysun after rainy weather. I hoped that the warm and clear weather these days would dry the earth. How wrong I was... The day before it had rained, turning into snow and the earth turned into the familiar sticky slippery clay.
I found out it later, but everything started more or less decently.
After some time, several kilograms of clay stuck to my shoes. It was already usual for me but the wife was a little bit shocked.
Sliding on the clay, we went deeper into the hills...
Choraka prudently did not go with us and stayed with his faithful UAZ (old soviet SUV) at the beginning of our journey. In fairness, it must be said that he stayed to cook us a hot dinner.
Climbing the hills through slippery and sticky mud gave me a lot of anxiety - my wife kept trying to fall into some kind of ravine. Somehow we made it to the top. At the top, the earth dried up a little and there were more stones, so it became easier to walk.
We had to climb a gentle slope for about 500-600m. The total height of Kyzyl Ayzon was about 2000 m above sea level.
White, low-lying clouds contrasted beautifully with the bright blue sky and orange-brown ground. Such a bright blue sky, in my opinion, are only in the mountains.
While we climbed up, one of the clouds covered us. It's hard to believe, but there is a 10-15 minute difference between the top and bottom photos. The photos below look like we're walking through fog.
It got pretty cold. Soon we climbed to the top and in front of us stretched a valley covered with clouds.
Just next to us floated another cloud, and so dense that it seemed as if you could touch it.
After a little snack and taking pictures, we set off on our way back.
The wind continued to drive the clouds, and we stomped on the muddy ground.
When we almost reached Choraka, I turned around to look at the mountain. We went down in time - clouds began to gather over the mountain.
Soon, we got to Choraka’s car. He already had everything ready - the dishes were laid out, the food was already cooked in the boiler and the kettle on the fire. Beauty!
After lunch, we went to the Kelif-Sherabad ridge to visit two caves.
Nothing has changed in the caves since my last visit , except that the guards of the nearby bridge became even stricter.
We took pictures in the first cave.
My wife and I decided not to go to the second cave - I was there and it is not very interesting, and climbing there is quite difficult, so I decided not to risk it and return to the cars.
We waited for the rest of the group and went to Choraka's house for dinner. For dinner, according to the good old tradition, there was pilaf in sesame oil. As usual, he was beyond praise.
After that, full, with eyes glued together, we went to the hotel. The next day, it was planned to visit the cave with the hydrogen sulfide source Khodja Ipak and the canyon named after Vladimir Putin. It's a joke, the canyon is called Pudina (with the accent on the last syllable), but more on that in the next post.
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