Interesting was the case, although it is wrong, the whole trip consisted of interesting cases.
We decided to make a march of 60 km. day. But have not calculated the forces through the 40km, we have already fallen to the ground. By the time we already had 7 people. Joined us, Australians, Germans and a girl from Thailand. Up to this point were all singles. One German all the way sang Russian folk songs, said he collects them and even told where the city of Simferopol. From the mountain suddenly, as a special, down a horse and a young couple with a child, go to their village. We prayed that they helped us get to the village. They kindly agreed and put us on the horses themselves have shouldered our burden on his shoulders and walked beside him. Girl, my huge and heavy bag carried on her head, holding her left hand. Soon it began to rain and it was not just rain, rain down in buckets, she was the first and still held the bag with his left hand in the sleeve it was at least a bucket of water. Darkness. Night in the Himalayas is black, you see nothing, hear the noise of the river somewhere far below, and feel like a horse jumping over the rocks like a mountain goat, and at this moment take your breath away, does not know where to fly and where to land. When they reached the village I kissed the horse, until this moment did not feel great love for horses. " And of course asked the guy why things are not put on the horses and why his young wife was carrying a bag on his head, holding it only with his left hand. He said that the horse is worth more than women and that his right hand, she was tied to the lead horse .
"I learned that the girl was only 20 years old and I have ever asked for Rs 40 ie . dollar.