We had been planning our hiking from
Wednesday. We formed programme of our
Sunday hiking, at first we were going to
mountains for 36 hours, but there were
too few members who wanted to go, only
five,that we decided to go for 12 hours.
The most suitable programme for this
hiking was ascent to the begining of
Bulaksu river. We intended that it would
take us about two hours to climb there.
To share our duties and snack, which we
must have take, we gathered on Thursday
evening and made appointment to meet at
7.45 o`clock on Sunday in the middle of
“Pushkin” metro station. We were very
upset that there were only five men in
our trip and we still hoped that some-
body may join to us when we met in
metro station. We had thought that it
would be bore to trip in such little
group, but it was our mistake, because
long way to Hojakent (it takes two hours
and a half) seemed to us short in playing
different games, discussing.
Eugeniya tells:
On the way to the mountains Viola asked me:
”Do you like extreme?” And I answered:“Yes,
of course I like it”.But I didn`t think
that very soon …
During the way I wanted to go to the toilet.
And it was in the next carriage. I enter it
and the door closed itself, Firstly I tried
to open it (about 5 minutes!) but it stayed
close. Then I began to cry: “Help ,help me!”
-but nobody was answer . Then I cried mmore
loudly : “Help me, please ! Anybody, help !”
but nobody was answer again. Then I drew of
the window I wanted to jump from it. But I
thought:”Am I crazy?”. And at last one
little girl heard my shouting and called
the conductor. He open the door by key and I
run away from this lavatory as quickly as
possible. So it was the most extremal
situation in my life.
Said tells:
We were climbing up the mountains for a long
time and when we saw a nice place we stayed
there. Then we made fire and put the snow in
the pot which was in the fire. After ten
minutes water was boiled al of members had a
snack it was very delicious because we very
hungry. Then we climb up the mountains and we
saw a memory table at the top of the rock.
On the memory table was the information
about Anatoliy Salamatov who tragically died
there in 1971. After it we climbed down and
begun gathering all things. And we went to
the train. Exactly at 5 o`clock we were at
Hojakent railway station and at 8 o`clock
we were in Tashkent.
