Bad luck...
26. březen 2012
"Did you not hear somebody shoot?" I asked Andrej.
"Perhaps poachers," he bended his shoulders.
In fact, Sergej Luckij was shooting from the opposite bank. He came to withdraw us with ural, a big terrain van.
We saw even three storks at the same time over the island recently but the nest was not there and to find them in an impervious Taiga is a task for weeks. So we decided to leave the island. Fishermen took us to the ural by motorboats and we set forth.
"To Krasnoyarsk!"
Anyway our journey finished after about two kilometers. Ural shook itself and stood still with axles flooded in mud.
It was clear we wouldn't go anyway today. Nothing, absolutely nothing went well.
