Два часа дня. Последний день в Караколе. Параплан...

Two in the afternoon. The last day in Karakol. The paraglider was already flying. It remains to make a couple of descents from the "panorama" and go to collect things. But I always rolled to the right ... or in the center ... maybe it should be to the left? And where is it? Oh, there’s a border woman riding confidently - probably she knows, I thought (Naive)))) I’m catching up to the bend - she is thoughtful.
- And where is it further, I ask
- The track is there ... but boring - answers with a sweet accent
I came from Germany. She speaks Russian well)
- I see, I’ll go, then
I drive 20 meters and there is an awesome turn into a puff! Then everything is in a fog)))
- Do you ride softly?
- Yes
- Let's go? It’s not boring!
- And then?
- Well, the rest are those who went there! And we will leave! I'm really bad in freeride ...
- Come on!
 
But completely crazy went on) At first (apparently out of a fear of falling face down into the mud), I suddenly began to get skis out of the puff and jump up and turn around in place ... then it became clear from the gorge that there was real tin ... rolled on the back Kante boarders almost steep track, where I often just did not fit across the ski ...
 
At some point, she jerks forward and drenches this slope cool) Jokes about how we get out, who the chatter turned out to be like that ... they threw 300-400 meters word for word ...
 
Our gut is clearly not over quickly. And she leads to a neighboring valley. Exit? Right! Fig upstairs on foot)
 
Well ... The usual mode! Skis behind the back, one stick to the lady and went up)
- Let’s take the board?
- No, you already have skis!
Ok, we're not proud, we'll wait)
Meters through 50 climb:
- Certainly you will not give?
- OK, let's try...
Now I have got two sticks - trekking and snowboarding ... We never tried to climb upwards on a slope of 35 degrees (hell knows how many there were - anchovy is not an option even to traverse stopudovo ... but in places, I think, for 40) with a stick- an hour and a half snowboard?
 
- What time is it?
- three, I say
- ABOUT! Excellent - we still have an hour! Let's succeed! (But I was not so sure)

- We must do sports ... In the evening it will be good !, says)))

“Now it’s not boring!”, “But how beautiful!”, “This is a real adventure!” - in all languages ​​...
The complete absence of people, the attempts to wave the paralan and, using the walkie-talkie, to explain to friends that "I got into it again and I have to wait" ...
 
On the way, torn forward (or rather up), often successfully)
 
We got out right at the closed cafe, but she smartly knocked out Coke and beer from them) Coke to me - along the way we found out that I had the keys to the car with me and the guys could not catch us down the valley)
 
- I, in general, do not move out one strassa — it’s dangerous, I say ...
- And I!
- so I was very happy for a fellow traveler)
- And I!
 
Slid down the snowcat, handed it to friends:
- Here, I’m passing from hand to hand!
- And what happened, she fell?
- No, she was bored)
 
Meet Diana)