The question went I ever in cycling, I said - of course (as recalled in the summer with my grandmother went to the store in Great Ukraine, and decided that this was for the 140 km round enough))) So borrowed "lisapediny" we with a friend, responding to the offer of an experienced biker (nice part-time) went on a tour VeloKarpaty, which started from the railway station )))
Route was to run this way: by train from Kiev to Svalyava, and the iron horses of Svalyava to Hust, with a stop in a cheese factory. Lower Selishche, deer and ostrich farm and the village of Iza - the capital of Ukraine lozopleteniya (somewhere around 75 km), and then from Hoost in Mukachevo with a stop in the Valley of Daffodils (70 km) and the train to Kiev. All objects which had brought it in, I visit her weekly that would not let God do not forget where exactly should visit. Very original diaries you can buy in a store gift Bubbles. So, when we were loading their horses stomp on the train we were optimistic, and were as good a bike ride, the hair develops, but we smile and admire the scenery - we did not know what lies ahead )))
We arrived at the train at 9.30 Svaliava, tasty breakfast in the lovely cafe-restaurant, we saddled up their horses and hit the road ... and then it began ... Get up! And the rise of another hill and another one, and no you pull, the top falls the rain, could not breathe, because I do not want the same pace, in your mouth went dry, do not reach the water bottle in his eyes darkened after 2 cups of coffee drunk, dizzy of oxygen saturation, because often you breathe, my heart jumped out of my chest from stress, but also because the need for expensive and watch. Having passed 10 kilometers, and realizing that there are still 65 felt a little sad and scary at the same time ))))
But then it became a little easier, because it began to descend. But the rain is over and it was very hot and stuffy, which is about 10 times I managed to sweat and dry until it is overcome incredibly long distance (this will not in the village for a bike ride with bread)))) And the nearer we approached the town of Hust, the more my friend lagged behind the others, we already did not want to tour a cheese factory, or did not want to see deer or ostriches, and I rode quietly hated the one who invented the wheel, "lisaped," and these mountain roads up and down. We rode, fell, lay, rose again and drove, walked, rode and fell, rose ... Tired and very few have decided to "cut" and not go into that cheese factory, no matter how unique it is, and lying on the roadside, I even flashed the thought of an accident, then I had not had to turn those pedals - there was still 8 miles .. .
Language to his knees, legs give way, the joy of a year ago, quit smoking, the head of stars, the desire to fall anywhere and lie, that's about in this state, we arrived at the hotel with the dream of the soul))). I did not want anything, not even there, despite the fact that we only had breakfast, so park your vehicles in the hotel and bringing myself up to go drink tea cozy cafe, sitting with his feet on chairs, waiting for the other cyclists. Ahead of us still feeding on the deer farm and look at the ostriches. ))
Must pay tribute to our companion, who never left us from the start (probably more than once cursed the day when he decided to invite us on a tour))). He drank tea and dreams to tell us what we are fine, well kept and the pedal, apparently, so we definitely did not fall nor spirit ))))
Three hours we sat in the cafe, drinking tea, coffee, cocoa, juices until they came to you))) And when came around a torsion pedal then it was dark and could not help remembering the legend of the Castle Hill City Hust, and the daughter of the King , which is crying every night can be heard from the castle hill. And persuasion, another departed from the main column cyclist, we are fools poperlis on that mountain, and there to go as a civilized people, we climbed straight. Stone flies from under their feet, dark, hold on to trees to keep from falling, and climb, climb, and from which it took power in us))) Of course the princess cry we have heard, but Hoost night with bird's-eye view was beautiful! ! The only pity is that there was no trace of the ruins of the castle. Tired and exhausted we could hardly have lasted feet to the hotel, and good night ...))))