MINING AND PROMPT
Once again, I traveled around the boundless surface of Lake Dal, the capital of Kashmir. Yesterday, late in the evening, the legs were brought to the other, phonetic side of Srinagar, where, stretching out your arm, you can’t see how many of them are stretched. They were reluctant to bring the legs back completely, as well as to sit on the first motorcycle to an unknown Indian. But nature took its toll, and now the roar of the engine with my Oor compete for the title “Mr. Voice of Kashmir 2014”. In a city in a foreign country where there are more soldiers than civilians, never sit on a motorcycle in a dark alley to a battered bearded man you know less than two minutes. And if they got in, then keep in mind, this is the fastest vehicle in the area, and you have to abundantly appreciate all the sights and delights of the night city with a cool rocker and its girls.
Anyway, after all the trips, I ended up in an Indian carpet store, where the seller recognized in me the only white person in the area whom, as you remember from the previous part, everyone called Vanya, and scared to call a taxi. It turned out that my Indian friends have long been looking for their guests from Russia and are ready to sound the alarm to the police – after nine in the city it is dangerous to hang around alone, not to mention parties in institutions after midnight. Therefore, the next day I received a gondola for free – I wouldn’t have gotten far away on it. But there was no need to try to do this, it was heavenly blissful here.
At noon, again under the splashes of oars in the form of maple leaves, he moved to the city side, but only after long punishments of the workers of Lalaruka that I would not linger in the evening, they would know how wrong they were! For all the time of the trip for the first and last time I found myself in a coffee shop, having tasted hot drinks with sweets for a fortune for me in the form of sixty rubles, and immediately rushed to the nearest Mulanar mountain. Go just for nothing, kilometers 6.
But it turned out to be not so simple, and only sat on the top five hours later. Every twenty minutes I hugged a stone, climbed a tree, lay down on the field and joined together with every manifestation of nature.
Prickly needles of needles, crazy cries of seagulls on the horizon, lazy slamming of the owls by the eyebrows, the loud roar of the mountains, the half-audible twenty-tier splash of the lake involved to the very roots, and I myself were all these modes of the universe.
I walked around all the roads along unpentral paths, behind every turn came the contrasts of the northern nature of Srinagar.
At the very top sits the temple, guarded in Indian style – a regiment of soldiers and a pack of dogs. Having reached the entrance three minutes before closing, I received a sharp refusal in Hindi, and only after the words “Ai em Rush” were allowed to leave the backpack in the room of the shift supervisor and sink along the long stairs up to the clouds. Of the things I only had sneakers, a passport and memories – it is forbidden to carry everything here, and that shoes must be removed at the entrance. If the top of the mountain is crowned by an ancient temple, then the top of the temple is crowned by an even more ancient phallus. It is believed that after the savory process of friction and washing it with water, as well as sincere worship of the Almighty, sex life reaches a new level and rushes to the ideal quality. There is nothing to do, even though the temple is closed and all expelled, it was necessary to rub abundantly under the clear guidance of a local Brahmin. Satisfied, I flew headlong down and found that I would only have to get to the house in one cross – the second one within a radius of one hundred meters could not be seen. The military arrived in time began to boil over what I was doing in one running shoe on a closed territory, and the four of us, a Russian and three Muslims with machine guns, began chasing a dog, cutely tugging at my shoes with a fanged jaw. Reluctantly, she had to say goodbye to her loot – at the barrel of a machine gun, and you would not do that. At parting, the soldiers shouted that they had to hurry, for at night tigers and leopards roam on the mountain. Laughing, I stuck the player in my ears and ran down.
Regime time in India is practically non-existent. Here is the sun licking the parting rays of the tops of old trees, and suddenly – bang! – darkness impenetrable. The closer to the equator, the perpendicular to the horizon is the trajectory of a celestial body; here the concept of twilight is vague as much as your confidence in what is happening in the next second.
At my next second, the path was blocked by a leopard. So, by the way, the beast got out of the bush and got up right in front of the surprised mug! I do not know what the reaction of a normal person should be, but I immediately took a stick, cut in a goupro and rushed after him. In life, I could not imagine that these types of so quickly get away, – the next second, he waved his tail on a nearby hill. The chase is lost, it was getting cold. The tongues of fire flashed below, and in five minutes the hands were already warming by the huge fire at the foot of the mountain. There were women and middle-aged men standing around and looking at the white foreigner with great curiosity. Having talked and learned that I was from Russia, they immediately called all their huge family and rushed to show their house.