Strong half bustling, examined equipment and gave me instructions, rash thinking that I react to them. But no, all my life forces were deployed on one – wake up, and all there is important information simply flew by! The results of my sleepiness not passed us by in the road, because I have not managed closely to help her husband to collect stuff, I just put a brake on its request to get the money for the journey. My strongest half of the truly outstanding personality of him for an hour managed to pack the stuff (I only collected food and clothing issued), to monitor the state of technology, to drive a road map to KPKashku, make tea in a thermos, a smoke with a cup of coffee every morning to visit schools with soap and rylnymi procedures, dress himself and the hardest to get to meet me – the sleeping beauty, and only slowly moving in the apartment. 
And finally, we are on bikes. Each of the small carrier mode, the weight of a comfortable, almost not noticeable. The weather was overcast and slightly cool, but to travel by bicycle – just right. As a true gentleman, husband missed me forward, preferring lags behind and control the entire process.
We went on a well-unused our route through the old city to Luke. Approximately 500 yards from the house-ah we recognized the fact that a young lady did forget the money and we have the soul of a penny. After analyzing our requirements, we decided to go forward and not back, well and accordingly with the “lip on a leash.

The road to Tyvrova was normal, we drove along, fool around, shouting songs, cutting the air, raising dust and causing eyebrows twitched passers-by in a few villages. Nature has been just wonderful with beautiful painted hairpin shock of hair forests. What kind of indescribable palette. What do not tell friends, and we have the most beautiful land!
On the bridge across the Southern Bug, just before the Tyvrovom, we met a wedding procession. The older witness was well built and dressed in a short red dress with bare back and the impressive cleavage. My strong half do not hesitate to photograph under the appearance of picturesque landscapes, stop and examine everything that delighted the eye.  Man, what can I say … But I must say – he was not alone is such drivers saluted the procession bloodcurdling droning horns, while the newlyweds vain attributed it to his account, all the attention of the drivers had been directed at the railing of a bridge bent over the witness … Thank God crashes did not happen, that can not but rejoice. 

And so, taking a few shots, we continued our journey. Exactly the way we did not know, therefore, turned a corner, which indicated a strong half of the words “we seem to be here! Having seen the sacrificial specimen passer-by, we ran into him with a bunch of questions, how best we can to get to the village Strelchintsy, because that is where we are going to continue our journey on the riverbank. We pointed out the road, but warned, in no event not to turn to the right – or go into a certain village whose name I did not hear and did not even try to remember. Place the fork pointed out quite extensively, but we are relying on intuition, defined its own and correctly. In Tyvrove I was the first time. I can not say that it I was very impressed by the village as a settlement, but the people there are quite sociable and friendly. As we drove beyond it, we have not once used the best of guides, namely language. Cycling without such a guide on what does not fit! This rule.

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The road outside Tyvrova, as in other matters before him is not very saturated with machines, so you can enjoy clean air, and (much more pure, than in the winery).
Having gone five kilometers, I realized that my stomach reminded of its existence, and not simply a sucking pit of his stomach, and greedily yelling: Give me an elephant, and the less I do not agree! After overcoming another rise at the exit from the next village – by the way, cool rise – long and around the pine trees! You drive, a little hard, but breathe deeply pine “fumes” from this experience bliss! I said that I will not go further until you calm down a hungry beast, waking up in my belly. So we did, came out on top, choose a place poromantichnee of available, and began to feast. When starting a backpack was discovered that the “aristocratic habits were not only not reasonable, and arrogance. Volodya darling backpack was completely wet, and with him his jacket and newspapers, he brought just in case, and roll, and compacts, in general, all the content, well, at least the basic food supplies have been safely hidden in the basin and carefully packed in a bag. I was very indignant that I asked all the things (clothes) for me to put, and you’re greedy and scared me to reboot, etc., in short all the usual women’s “epithets and vozmuschalki.
But the most unpleasant in this whole situation turned out, not even the fact that we had no tea, but the fact that the thermos was not one of us and quite ancient yet savdepovskoy quenching and this simply can not be found. Having said my proper number of “vozmuschalok”, I began to cover us “table”, and her husband brushed his jacket from small fragments of mirrors from a thermos bottle and hung it to dry. I was so upset because of the thermos, which even for a time forgot overpowers me the feeling of hunger, but opening the coxae and inhaling the aroma of goodies stored there, I felt an irresistible desire to proceed with the gluttony that very moment, and if the contents of a package of food is not enough to go hunting in the nearby backpack to find a stockpile of canned the next day. This cycling, unfortunately, or fortunately, abounds with such jokes. After eating the first sandwich, I realized that not only the fear has big eyes, hunger – twin brother. While in the stomach violently hunger, it seems that no ammunition is not enough to satisfy him, especially outdoors.

After eating, we have some time resting. Coming out of the bush plantations, we found that the district was considerably cooler, wind rose. First, we decided to continue the journey, not putting themselves anything, they say, cooled down, we will move – warm up, but no back passing than the more intensely we worked down, the colder it became. You say – a paradox? Sure, but we then began to descend from the hills and the greater pedaling a bike, the more speed dialing, and the wind was angry with us for impudent rivalry with him, and blew all the harder. Near the end, I again freaked out and demanded the clothes, blackmailing, that is not moving. Blackmail, oddly enough, and this time I came down with it.

I got a T-shirt, and put on her, showing small nude rare passing car, and with a satisfied expression on his face sat in the saddle. I think that’s what a little thing – put a tiny tee shirt that fits Vovka in a fist, and how it became warmer simply do not describe in words.

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Another 800 meters of road delighted tolerable, asphalt, and then went unpleasant and uncanny trembling Moshchenko. It’s just kapets! Massager from advertising Andres, just a fraction does not drop, there have only model buttocks furiously shaking, and then the brains to beat at a furious pace. The most entertaining that we were not even sure about the correct direction to go, sending their bikes on pure intuition.

So quietly kotyas the cobblestones, we drove into the village, whose name had remained dense mystery. At the entrance we caught the car “Moskvich”. We stopped him, clarified the route, sat down on the faithful “horses” and went forward. After 150 meters – 200 we saw a farm, built in a medieval castle. Very interesting buildings such I have not seen. There would have been the villagers popredpreimchevee could state skolotitit tourists.

little exaggeration course, but the building is indeed a very zanimanitelnoy architectural ideas. On the other side exactly face-to-farm spread out another miracle. Regular village shop with a neatly whitewashed facade and a smiling open the door, but we just sign charmed with wit and eccentricity – the first anti-crisis Shop – in as. That part probably is not funny, but you would have seen how dense and desolate village, and then this vyvyazka.

take pictures and poumelyayas we continued traveling down the slope, trying to go on the slightest footpath or roadside bypassing “massage” darlings, bumpy cobblestones. To leave, then we moved, but then followed the rise and strength to overcome it was gone. Headache, tired to catch the brain, so as not to spill any. Dismounting, I started to conquer the peak disappearing in the rotation, and Volodya darling, like a true man would not give up. He then used his bike as a scooter, then gracefully prancing on it, demonstrating the ease and vskarabkivaniya podkalyvaya me. And like a knight clad in armor was heavy, but surely.

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