I love tourist experiments, so I got acquainted with the mill Spindler went in the summer. The family turned, familiar condemned, herself, after reading the lot of reviews about the local boredom, was also afraid ... silently. I arrived and realized that it was just a clever move of local recreational agencies, the purpose of which is to give the resort to relax and recover. Here, of course, nothing to look at when everything is risen in the snow, but after melting the mountain is really waking up. They dress the body-fit into a gentle greens, and the tops of the vertices are burned in a voy of foggy haze.
I was surprised, but the climbers are a bit here. Accidentally met with Russian conquerors of the mountains. They explained that the place in such a capacity has not yet been advertised. There are more than 180 excellent routes, but they go on them mostly German and Czech clay bliers. Our guys called climb, I did not dare. Preferred to wander herself. However, a lot to travel in the mountains because of the steepness and the sparse air did not work. I still have a water soul that wanted to communicate with a majestic elb. This river, indeed, always behaves with adequate: holding the malachite lawns, rolls the waves smoothly and slowly, with walking, talking a little heard.
Before arrival, the benefit of the Internet, removed the room in the cottage. I was glad that I decided to live in nature. There are few guests in warm school, all the attention of hotel personnel is directed to each arrived. In the house you live independently, you can shy away from conversations, walking in a restaurant, organized entertainment. Thanks to the possibility of sleeping a lot and to be in the air, at the request, it did not bring two annoying things on the terrace of fruit-vegetables, Hercules, the dairy products from the trip did not bring two annoying things: excess weight and fatigue from obsessive compatriots.
However, the Slavs here almost no. Few ours are desperate climbers or scattered scientists. These people do not notice anything around, so I boldly resumed attempts to play sports. Practiced in Jogging. It was racing on empty forest paths and enthusiastically freedom, but no results of the speed. No, run - this is not mine, even though no one, like at home, did not giggles. On a horse, even under the kind guidance of the instructor could not get out. But here every evening on a large one and a half or two hours was rushed across the nearest spruce groves and was fascinated by fishing.