«Truba»

I never thought I'd become a mountaineer; I wanted a quiet, peaceful life. I was quietly saving up for my wedding, but my dear left me. And then I decided not to waste the money and bought mountaineering gear instead. And here I am again, on a train, heading somewhere. This time it's Crimea, Parkovoe village, Morcheka mountain. I'm a very ambitious person, and when I set my mind on something, I go all out. I might initially overestimate my abilities, but what always reassures me is that I check them, just in case. Enough, not enough? :) So, the goal is set:

• Warm up with the Truba route,
• Then on to Machombo.

First day.

We arrived in Sevastopol around 11:00, bought some food and wine, and took a minibus to Parkovoe village. After getting off at the stop, we asked for directions and headed towards the linear house. My first deep impression was the quarry and the excavations. The only thing that came to mind was a phrase from the movie Terminator: "And the machines rose from the ashes of nuclear fires." All around us were:

• Abandoned machinery,