Travel stories about Africa

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ell, now a little about Africa?

Yeah, well … Few in childhood has not dreamed of Africa … Creativity Chukovsky grandfather left his mark in the hearts and minds of several generations of Soviet people … (laughs).

But seriously – Africa for both me and for my friends from the team "Ekvites" is the most exotic and mysterious continent. A fantastic variety of climatic zones, a lot of amazing animals … and people … Africans – amazing people … Actually, the people – because there is a countless number of different tribes living … Though we have traveled to Africa, we are constantly amazed at the powerful combination of Africans unimaginable forces of nature with a naive Children's perception of the world. The majority of Africans – the people who live in harmony with nature. We have never seen anywhere else aggression. Just smile – and you own that is called, "a board" …

Once when we commit to Garik his first trip to Africa – by bicycle – to befall us a funny story … We had just about reached the limits of "wild nature", but not yet completely left out of a civilized area, which surrounds Cape Town. It is true that civilization is a rather conventional … sort of a "village-side of the road broken off" at the border wilderness … cyclists hungry – watch – a roadside cafe. We turn off the place we go, and there – as luck would have it at this moment – "shodnyak" a local criminal gang. Such a hefty black hari – I did not from the small, but there are instances were – to me, young man does not – for thirty years, five to forty, plechischi huge biceps – inches to fifty-plus, neck – bullish, gold chains in a large finger-thick, short, we feel – we are at the wrong time … Not to the point … Everybody stood up, they come to us. Twenty people – their stomachs tightened, flexing biceps, finger crunch … Mom, right, my dear … all tattooed in – as it should … face sullen, sullen look … Still: it's their place, they're here, you know, engaged in business, and then what -a white man stole shpendiki on great …

Well, the questions at once – respectively … What do you want here? Who are you? And in general – where are you from?

I look at them – the natural turkeys! And so it was funny … I smile and say, 'Guys, what do you fuss? Okay. Sorry if we're not on time, but very much want to eat … And we ourselves – from the Ukraine … "I see – it was interesting. "Ukraine – what's that?" – Ask. I began to tell what the Ukraine. We talked – and then I realized that all of their severity – pure masquerade. And inside – well, just kids.

Eyes shining, laughing, questioned … And I understand that they are actually interested in – where, what kind of country this, what sort of people live, that the customs … In general, they fed us with a meal provided as much as we could load on the bike, and even supplied money for the road. That's the story …

In general, in Africa there were many funny moments … Well, and dangerous – too. With the hippopotamus story came out, for example, a funny … Although might all end up very sad.

We drove through the savanna. Places wild, to the nearest settlement – miles and miles. Tens if not hundreds of … Heat, drought, such that … All of a sudden we see – the river, and in it – small splash begemotik.

We were delighted, bicycles threw a baobab tree, ran to the behemoths … Still – a chance: to swim with young behemoths! We go into the water, having a good time … And then suddenly there mother. Just goes to his feet – it turns out, side by side in the water lay in watching babies … the size of the locomotive's mother, mouth jaw, and there – teeth the size of a cow's horn … crazy eyes – small, dull rage …

Horror … We saw this as a snout, looked into the mouth – an absolute shock … Well, believe it … Mother, hippopotamus – is upon us. We, of course – the course … It's how to tell fairy tales – the big behemoth, awkward, good-natured, but it stings a grass lying in the mud … ran out of the water, stopped … I think – had passed, it will not chase after us, and where she us – dashing athletes – on the ground to catch up? No catches … No Way … This tank is not slowing down the move, flying to the land and how to give a gallop towards us … We've really thought a hippo – a rare beast … It was awkward – nothing like it. Serna, one might say … Gazelle … The speed of 35-40 kilometers per hour for a hippo – the norm … and eating – too everything that catches … Yes, not very much they are herbivores …

I had to run hundred-meter race … Oh, I do not for any competition ever so speed is not developed … But the problem is something that was that the competition ends with one hundred meters, and this is our distance was not going to run out. The more, the more dispersed hippopotamus, the closer to the back of the tramp and absolutely horrible – so uncompromising – sniff … Status – on purpose you can imagine – is ridiculous in the extreme. Imagine: a bare two types of rush headlong through the savanna somewhere in the wild, wild Africa, followed by stomping a huge hippopotamus a female …

Grandpa would Chukovsky unspeakably glad of such a filing …

I think! .. Just a little bit – and laughter to escape would be quite impossible. But, on the other hand – not something to laugh. We did hear, behind – monster natural. Catch – bite in half and guts on the savanna scatter … In this respect, we had no doubt from the moment we saw the open mouth … And another thing is clear – as long as gippopotamiha – and just as quickly – we will not run can. And all around – flat savanna. And only one tree – a bicycle that we have left. Garik the nature of their sports activities – track and field athlete. Of course, running ahead – faster than I am. I shouted to him to a tree wrap. The tree is thick, thickset … We ran for it. Hippopotamus, had lost sight of us immediately stopped. It is, sniffs, looks back – to, say, the enemy villains gone? Wander a little bit here and there – it is on one side of the tree, we – on the other … In general, it is stamped, trodden down, but then, apparently, decided that we should come back – and then suddenly have some predatory adversary in the eyes of her beloved children lay Yes … with hippo trifled with …

A snake?

With snakes? .. Hmm …

Tell me, tell me …

We have about a month traveled to Africa, it was during the same trip. And then one night I dream a dream that I was a snake bite. Well, and then dream about what to do in order to prepare for such an unpleasant incident here … some herbs in a special way to cook, to compress evaporated urine … Well, I know – like a dream just a dream so I could not. The world of "flipping" a hint … Of course, I did. And when we went into the wilderness, all I had done this here in case neskladuhi …

In the Kalahari lives eight species of snakes. All – poisonous, and all of the toxins – are very strong. Usually people die after being bitten by a period of fifteen to thirty minutes … And the most unpleasant fact that six of the eight species are protected by the attack. Finding the offending their "territorial rights", a snake belonging to any of these six species, immediately attacked. Some of them are dispersed "crawl", some – fold in the "worm" and "run" a sort of spiral in the desert … Run away – is unrealistic. The speed of their movement such that the prosecution can come off unless the cheetah. If you have time to accelerate … always ends with a lightning attack roll … Go to a distance of several meters for these reptiles – no problem. Fly – like a rocket … blow poisonous teeth – and all the pipe … Poison powerful poison a lot – that "enough" even the largest predator …

I am for a meeting with a snake preparing to, because he understood that if for some reason I need to get bitten by a snake – it will bite. And what is – just because nothing is happening … I know that I live with God in the heart, so that no matter what – all under his protection, according to His will. Therefore, taking all the turns of fate. Then it becomes clear – why … The main thing – you never ask, "Why me such a punishment?" The question can only be this: "For what I am given such a test? What I can and must learn that to understand that to show people what they bring to the knowledge?"

Here is somewhere … It was three weeks after I had a dream … We've walked through the desert. From home far away in lands where people do not. In the evening stopped for the night. I went to get firewood for the bonfire. Desert-desert, but some are dry thorns, pieces of dry twigs … you can always find the Collecting firewood and suddenly – the feeling is about to … something happens. Intuition … I see – because of the snake crawls out of the dune. Hefty such a short but thick – around as my forearm …

Wow …

Yes. Sausage is a muscular …

I stopped – as a statue, standing, not breathing. The snake is just what belongs to one of six strikers unconditionally species. Creeps … I feel – like, blow over … Do not be cast … More creeping closer, and then I realize: no, do not blow over. Will attack … Why? I do not know … Maybe something in me trembled, fear crept what, maybe a fleeting fear that I had not even managed to track down … But then the adrenaline-gone, and the serpent sensed … Maybe, the smell can be, fluctuations of the field … I felt change the situation and understand – you need to defend themselves … The snake attacks, I beam firewood throwing shot down, pinned her to the ground, wanted to catch a closer-to-head … But the bulk soil – sand … A snake, I said – very thick and strong. Spun once, and – in the sand … buried, and slipped out from under the grip – just squeezed through the sand – I threw the firewood – thought have time to jump back … Well, she did a jump and took a … Hit nehily on the left leg – right in ankle pain … – wild – to paralysis … Shock bouquet of sensations … If the ground was hard, I'd managed to catch her by the neck … And there have already come up with something. And so – the sand …

I quickly opened the bite with a knife that could squeeze – forced out, removed the diseased tissue, prizheg – venom protein, at high temperature coagulates … Immediately – compress harvested evaporated urine, tincture of the herb began to drink … In general, half an hour later I looked – Lymph nodes are still living … true, inguinal swollen – like walnuts have become, if not more … But in the morning I was in the order, and we moved on – exactly according to plan …

We're specially trained to the desert, was transferred to body tissues in a high-frequency mode … So the body's resistance was very high. So he did it. Not without the help of a specially-harvested products, of course … But it is important to us was the result of …

How do you translate the body's cells in the high mode?

Twelve days of dry fasting with the correct output. And then – during the transition – a special high-nutrition. In front of the Kalahari have been with him for seven liters of water and two and a half pounds of dry provisions for human rights. Pollen, dried apricots, dried oats and Carpathian herbal.

How long it took you to cross the Kalahari?

Three weeks.

And you had enough of these stocks?

Yes. In the morning we drank to fifty milliliters of water, and then, when the heat was already beginning, eating apricots – one abrikosinke to constantly wet the mucosa of the mouth. Hold dried apricots, soaked with saliva just in the mouth. Because nothing else helps. Trying to maintain the humidity of the mucous water – is meaningless. He drank a sip, wet mouth – and after five minutes, all in once again dry and starts to crack … then the hot air-and oven-dry … zero humidity at a temperature of about sixty … Kalahari – a very vigorous desert. There is another kind – the Simpson Desert in Australia. Also twenty-fourth degree of south latitude, is also quite terrible desert. And in the Kalahari Desert over the center, even the birds do not fly. The hot air. Yeah … That's a diet we had – dried apricots, a half an hour again, dried apricots, where it is impossible to tolerate – even dried apricots … you take during the day do not drink, and that is amazing – do not want to drink. Only three hundred milliliters of the evening drinking herbal tea … The last three days all went on dry hunger – water and food ran out …

And how?

Normal. If you know from experience that you can safely go without food and water for twelve days, three days – no problem … On Earth, because there is absolutely almost uninhabited desert areas, which can not be overcome in ten days … not including Antarctica, of course … Small Planet . And food is everywhere … You just need to know how to get it … And do not be alarmed if a few days to do without it … And if you have experience pyatidesyatichetyrehdnevnogo "wet" twelve days of fasting and "dry" … What a week and a half without eating or three days without food and water? Nonsense … In most cases, people are dying in the wild simply because they are not ready to survive … I do not have information, experience and do not know what's worse fear can only be a strong fear of …

I remember that's what – when you walk into the desert, you know that going back will not happen. Theoretically, on the border of the desert you still have the opportunity to return, but in practice – if you've decided to go there, then there is no turning back … and the only thing you can be sure – is that to you – God … And if you feel it – Fear not … As soon as you allow yourself to sow in their minds at least micrograin fear – you're gone … We were walking – without fear, in full confidence that will overcome any obstacles … With us so many miracles happened on the way – hard to believe …

Did you go to GPS?

No, the stars. We have been in the pockets of 150 dollars, when we come to Africa. What is GPS? And after we have traveled to Africa for three months – eight thousand miles on bicycles, and returned home, we had $ 800.

But how?

People come across well. Once one surprised guy in the jungle. He was there one of the local nature reserves managed by …

About us he had read in the local paper – we were there a sort of "mainland tourist attraction." We told him that we had no money, can I sleep on the beach in his camp – the tents … We have to have a tent. He says – what tent? For you a house there. We did not go into the house – are used in the open air … The stores just hid that monkey is not carried off at night … made friends with him … He said – going to the park tomorrow, you want me to go? We, of course, agreed. Especially not on bikes and a jeep – you can see the most. We went into the jungle. Interesting, of course, was a trip … And then we stopped at a certain plantation – the property of this man … On the plantation – a bunch of logs and six local guys, who were given the task of chopping firewood for two weeks and put them in the woodpile. I figured – six blacks and two weeks. Y-yes … And then he counted: Garik us for this work is needed daily. And I say to the peasant: "Give us the opportunity to thank you for your hospitality, for food, for a trip …" He's still on the boat we rolled …

"Let's – I say – we have you pinned wood …" He is – in any. "You – said – my guests!" But we – also insist. We say that guys just want to help. Under the condition that he pay them their wages completely … At the same time, I think it will teach them how to do it. Mash to the same … In general, surrendered it to the end … He's gone, and we sit watching – like black guys chopping firewood. Slowly, lazily, barely looking surprised. The ax is slipping from the hands, then, conversely, gets stuck in a tree … And so it is not fun … We started to help them. Just took the ax and – forward. We even did not put the logs vertically. Simple – you go and you cut. That was fun! I generally like to chop wood. And in Africa for the entire journey – never once had no chance … Here. So what drew off in full … At five in the afternoon a man drove behind us – all the wood chop, neatly folded. We pricked, and the guys immediately folded … A man could not believe my eyes, you see, they have so no one works … Black smiling – happy, of course! .. He told us to give five hundred dollars, do not listen … We want the money spent does not – and what they spend in the African outback? Food – it's under your feet and the trees … I had only a bicycle to replace something – paid for parts …

Also, by the way, funny story came out – with the repair of bicycles …

We were driving on the Autobahn. And Garik was a cap with a huge sun visor. Visor such that because of him Garik on three meters in front of him did not see it. At the curb at the parking lot was an emergency pickup. Well, Garik at a decent speed in a pickup truck crashes, the wheel – not even the "eight", the frame – look sorry for the plug – in pieces in the back of a pickup truck … the guys were black – terribly scared … Can you imagine – a white man on a bicycle ramming their car! We thought – all the end they came – white terrorists come … When I saw that the bike done, laughed so much that I almost burst belly … Well, it relaxed them a bit … But you have to think what to do now? .. Buy a large in those regions is unrealistic.