we finished it! It's probably already third approach, but the rest of the success has been achieved, seen amongst the lake. As I said once, this is a fairly sizable artificial water reservoir at an altitude of about 2600m above sea level, near the center of Almaty. On sunny weekends, there is a plethora of supposedly indispensable Almatynczykow with their bags full of commercials and picnic lunches. So much the better, that we managed to pull in the middle of the week.
We drove the three of us - me, a German girl Natalie (who still does not work here), and Thomas of the Czech Republic, which obtained the day he took off. Arrival at the beginning of the route is fairly trivial - two city buses. The meeting was at 8 am on a fixed stop, getting up at 7 am it was almost beyond my strength (as it turned out, not only mine). However, managed to leave about 8:30. Tour in up the valley we started more or less an hour later. The route initially leads the asphalt, then gravel road, a typical broad-tien szanska valley. After about 2 hours walk brings us to the point where some among the ruins of post-Soviet buildings, the road crosses the pipeline which conveys water from the lake to the city. Here zeczalo be interesting, because the shortest path to the lake runs along the already (in) pipeline. So we started to approach the big pipe - about a half meter in diameter. Another 90 minutes and a few kilometers later the tube, the rest saw the lake. It was worth approach. Besides snowy, rocky peaks, which are already properly for me everyday (see them from the room), before us stretched surface of a lake. The water had a greenish-turquoise color (As far as my male, recognizing-only-16-color eye could tell), what's great komponowalo August with the environment. Fable. Unfortunately, the idyll ends when you move the sight of hot water and the lake - piles of garbage ppietrzyly on every step, no man would like to kill all those idiots, who many here nasmiecili. However, we found a place in the measure niezasmiecone and we took up for a traditional picnic deserved.
On the shore a little windy and the time we chased, so soon we gathered our way back. This time we chose a traditional, though longer, way gravel. At the stop we were more or less at dusk (18). Today again everybody was asking me why I'm so red in the face ...
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