Hitchhiking by the deepest Russia. «BAMovschina» or in the morning to the edge of consciousness. Part 1

This story was written two years ago, when we began our journey.

Leaving the native land and waking yourself up after trying to have a nap on a passenger seat, you slowly begin to see the beauty of autumn forest and snowy mountains around you. Your mind calms down, you start to think only about the present moment and the nearest future. Eyes become heavier, almost fell asleep. Stop, that's it, let's stop, we have to go. You pull out your backpack again,, this is your home, your routine, your refrigerator. The child is nagging has just woken up and she feels like both sleeping and eating at the same time as it rains outside.

- Let's go to the forest to hide from the rain. We better put on raincoats.

- Come on, here seems to go down easier.

- "Eat, sleep" – Taya nagged.

Start of the way where new people are rare and the roads were not built for the people.

And we go hitchhiking again, wave of the hand, UAZ stops, driver Ivan says that he is going to Dzelinda and he we will explain with pleasure and shows us where the "Wild Dzelinda" is located so that we can take the train if necessary, etc. It's nice to travel with people who don't have problems with communication. Ivan told us that the local region was famous for spawning Omul fish and that local poachers caught tons of it, ripped its belly, took out the eggs and threw the fish away. So that's how all Moscow is supplied with Omulinaya caviar. Meanwhile Baikal fishers complain about seals apreading around and eating fish, or the environment and climate is changing. It's just a bunch of silly poachers.

Geothermal sources in the Dzelinda.

For the sake of decency, we learned how much it costs to live in pretentious Dzelinda, with empty houses and bored staff - 1200 rub a bunk. Not hesitating, we went to set our yellow tent. On the path to the "Wild parking" the roar was heard clearly, the heart started beeting faster, we looked back, kept silent, phew!, the trees were rubbing.

We notice a familiar look from strangers far away. Drug users, feeling thirsty for adventures, are always seen by glowing eyes. There were the cyclists, going from Murmansk to Vladivostok: Oleg (Tyler), Dasha and Ivan. After a brief talk we offered them to stay another night at this parking lot to continue introducing each other with some remainder of luxury («samogonchik»). They had to warn people who they offered to spend the night at another parking lot that they wanted to remain in the same place, and explain the reason.

While they were off, we managed to swim with the child in the springs, make some food, eat, set the camp, put the baby to sleep and even have a little nap. In the dream there was Severobaykalsk with its big waves, 1-1,5 meter with a clean coasting (it is certainly not Bali, where you see three meter waves, but it is a good indicator of Baikal), which we saw today on a short rest on the beach. We greatly regreted not having surf board in our arsenal. But then I imagined hitchhikers with the child, bunch of backpacks and surfboard in hand, on the road somewhere in the mountains, where it's snowing slowly.

In my sleep I heard the guys come, got dressed and went out fully prepared not to sleep until morning.

That was a perfect night! Sometimes it's necessary to talk and listen to the streams of interesting stories. Listening to the story we found out that boys lived with our friends Dima and Tanya, that helped Irishka Ponomareva in St. Petersburg with the comforts of living and new acquaintances. They said that went to the guys on the other parking lot and they had to arrive tomorrow. They were from Irkutsk and making a movie about the Baikal-Amur Mainline, interested in our adventure, wanted to interview us tomorrow. The night passed by, I went to bed one hour earlier, and they were off somewhere at five in the morning.

As always, Taya woke up Christina early. I woke up when I heard Christina talking with a reporter. When I got out, I was pleasantly surprised - channel "Aist". After all, we couldn't manage to contact with them in the city, and now the incident has brought us here on Buryat Land. The crew of the vehicle TK "Aist" were Dmitry Slobodchikov (an operator) and Boris (a pilot).

Unusual to give an interview, swimming in hot springs, near the fire or from the tent. In our experience, this has not happened before.

During conversations on fascinating topics, we found out that they were going to Severomuisk, and they we would take us with them as fellow travelers, and we had the opportunity to film the area fully, not missing the beauties while hitchhiking. Four days of our journey together, filming the local territory, communicating with BAM residents, talking on the fascinating topics passed by fleetly. There's no sence writing about everything, it is a significant event in our lives, new people, a new lesson, presented by our destiny.

This chain of events suggests that we do everything correctly and on time, that you need to listen to the magic, touching you.

To be continued ...