Solar temple and the girl on the roof

by Ilya Novichikhin (Russia)

Making a local connection Russia

Solar temple and the girl on the roof .... I always liked hanging out on the coast with interesting people, so when there came summer, I went on South with some good company. One of these trips, I was on the Black sea, where we have established a wild beach, not far from Anapa. We had about 20 people and everyone was engaged in something interesting...from yoga and Tantra to painting colors on the wings of insects) ... Speaking of whom...some very arrogant members of the local fauna, but rather large, poisonous spiders, tarantulas, periodically ran through my tent, not wanting to leave until I'd kick your spider's butt) Overall, everything Was very mysterious and sometimes exotic.... During the day the people played musical instruments, and in the evenings they talked and painted each other with mud and paint, and did all sorts of tantric techniques. in a week I'm a little tired of this company and I decided to rent a Moto-bike and traveled the southern coast of the Crimea, visiting Sevastopol. However off the beach was possible only by boat, which is moored 1 time per day... It did not suit me. So I walked along the rocky coast and wet pretty feet in a few hours reached the town. I haven't had time to dry, as the heavy rain started. Quickly taking the wheel of a friend for hire, saddled him and, under a torrential rain in the face fled in the direction of the ferry, to get to Crimea through the Strait. The ferry was delayed due to the large flow of tourists, so I landed on the Peninsula in the evening... It was getting dark.... quickly passing through the Kerch proud, I found myself in a vast field.. Surprisingly good road ended...and boundless field left.. Verify with the Navigator, I was shocked to realize that went nowhere. It was getting dark... I decided to Wade through the fields to the track.. However, the bike suddenly stalled.... Of course, in the middle of the field there has not been a single living soul to assist me... It is very very dark..)) I just wheeled the bike along the dirt road ahead.... Good luck for a couple of kilometres seemed to gas station.. there I found a guy who, fortunately, is in the garage right tools and parts, (fortunately he was a motorcycle enthusiast )... Thus, popotan, after 3 hours, we fixed the damage and I went on..in the night.. .... a few hours a night of romance I spent the night on top of a mountain in a sleeping bag.. And in the morning found that suddenly ran out of fuel ... What to do ? had to accelerate, to jump on the seat of a moped and screaming to go down the serpentine in neutral... Having experienced thus in their skin "natural Crimean hills" I eventually stopped Moto-tourist, and asked me to help motorcycle fraternity, he was delighted to share a drop of fuel.. Had to go further and enjoy contemplating the sea and the mountains the landscapes... but only briefly...as my metal friend again go haywire. th-there was smoke..and died...and I started to urgently look for the options... Soon On the road parked the bus...going to the driver I asked for help.. we unscrewed a few passenger seats and loaded the bike into the bus through the back door.. This way.. I got to auto-Moto service, which however was closed for unknown reasons... Remembering what makes my repairman Savior at the gas station..I ran auto market, borrowing the necessary tools.. after some time I managed to fix the thing..and, surprisingly, the bike after the repair has become even more frisky. ... Sebastopol greeted me happily) But, having ridden a bit around town I wanted as it is unusual to spend time. So I relaxed and closed his eyes, imagining himself a romantic picture of my body along with the body of some kind, yet strange girl, cute talking on the roof of skyscraper... This idea I liked, but I do not represent where to find a suitable place for a date in a strange city....as well as the girl) ... to be continued