Yakutsk-Magadan-Sataryn
The total mileage is approximately 4000km.
150 photos.
Last preparations on the Niva. Crew: captain - Rail Kozlevich, navigator - Ganya Bender, goblin electrician - Peter Balaganov, media - Victoria Panikovskaya.
The safari is ready. Crew: captain - Dima Khvatov, navigator - Pasha Moyaubivat, patient - Vasya.
BMG (Goblin Fighting Vehicle): Captain - Timur Bloody Cape, goblin mechanics Kuzya and Nathan. Passengers to Khandygi: Marat and Rost.
We left at night, did not have time for the ferry.
Well, we slept a bit on the pier.
At 5 in the morning we woke up, drank coffee and had breakfast.
Watched the sky.
Etc.
Submerged and set sail.
100 km after the Lower Bestyakh, the rear gearbox broke.
Slowly brewed tea and had breakfast.
Watched the sky.
As a result, they stuck out 5 hours.
Or four.
Towards evening, we finally left. We decided to go at night to catch a ferry across Aldan.
There are such fogs in Taatti ulus.
On the way after Walba, they pulled a changeling, tucked Niva with three pots of gasoline and drove to the ferry, crossed without incident.
In Khandyga, a friend in the hangar was repaired, burned the wiring, cleaned it with gasoline, breathed in with it, repaired the electrician, twisted the wheel alignment and drove on.
Spent the night before the Yellow clip. A beautiful place, in the bushes went loudly drumming a spoon in a bowl.
This stream is very spilled during the rain.
On the Black clip met the UAZ nurse of the French filmmakers.
Black-cut road.
Khandyga River.
The 666th kilometer of the highway, the Sataryn River.
Insidious river.
The French camp is near the weather station and the time zone border.
We talked with the French drivers, shouting "Napoleon Kaput!"
We stopped on the river Kübem near the destroyed bridge.
For the first time, we normally sit in front of a bonfire and have dinner together.
In the morning on a tent I found here such a bird’s autograph.
Then the hood fell off.
Tomtor, you can easily reach Oymyakon, but they did not call.
-71.2 ° С
We spent the night near the nameless stream.
Got a bunch of butter.
Fried and eaten along with the game.
Before going to bed, they read books.
Again the road, again the mountains.
Such bridges passed.
And such.
Sometimes there were no bridges.
The border of Yakutia and the Magadan region.
In my opinion, we were sleeping again. Have breakfast.
We drove the river Arkagala.
Rail climbed under the car and fell silent. It turns out he fell asleep.
And these are experimental fields, wheat, rye and, it seems, corn were grown here.
We drove slowly, stopped at any interesting thing.
For example, there is a bus body lying near the highway, no one was hurt. Just then they threw the car and left.
Their faces before the accident, presumably, were such.
The water in the stream is terribly cold.
He made his way to the bones.
Here captured Pasha, gutting game.
The abandoned city of Kadykchan.
In my opinion, somewhere on the Internet there was infa about him.
And we hid a geocache cache there.
Pay attention to that red building: graffiti.
School, typical building.
Fumbled in residential buildings.
It’s quiet everywhere, only brownies howl with grief.
We got to Susuman: a sad village, dusty.
The trunk lock broke, tied with ropes, without special need we do not climb into it.
Turned off the track to Lake Jack London.
Dangerous ford, I sat on the roof of the Niva and shot video.
Lake of Dancing Grayling.
Only they do not dance right now, not the season.
Descent to Lake Jack London, there is a weather station on the island.
Met Magadan wellers, funny guys.
A bunch of dwarf.
Sorry, it was cloudy.
On the way back we broke steering draft. And I went for a walk.
The stream runs along the road, in general there is a lot of water.
Moss grows even on bushes.
And the pebbles are cool.
We repaired and drove back to the track.
Safar during the ford flooded the rear axle. Repair, dry.
We went for water about a kilometer and a half.
The thing is just for goblin mechanics.
We drove again at night, such a road begins 80 kilometers before Magadan.
We arrived in the suburbs and fell asleep, and this Ganya wakes Dima.
Dima, in my opinion, did not get enough sleep.
We were very well received by Magadan jeepers. Machine times.
The machine is two.
The machine is three.
Four machine.
We were then taken to apartments for the night, and this is our breakfast.
The houses in Magadan are beautiful, but old. Facades are flaky. Like us, in some places there were Sovdep signs.
The first and second floors are new owners patched-sheathed, but no one touches the upper floors.
They are built on stilts, but approaches to them are closed to the ground. Their permafrost is not so toothy.
The whole center is this: the buildings are beautiful, but well-groomed, but this gives them some kind of vintage.
The city is on the hills: for example, this is a descent.
And this is the rise.
A lot of all sorts of Euro networks, Dixis, Rosbanks and other federal fucking.
But there are gaming rooms. Magadan is a special economic zone.
The scoreboard is made using the same technology as ours.
And here is the Kolyma bank, they still have a cool slogan ... Something like “Trust, Do Not Verify” or something like that.
All kinds of new cars drive, they are sold to Magadan at some low price (I don’t remember exactly). But you can ride them only until the traffic police post, which is in Tent, 90 kilometers from the city, and that’s all. There, a gaera car is deployed to Magadan, and you go back.
Outdoor as in Yakutsk two years ago.
In the center is a water closet.
Dogs are served here.
The temple was beaten off, and next to the city hall in the central square there is a gas station, finally it’s fun.
The main avenue.
Mask of sorrow for the prisoners of the Gulag.
View of the bay. There is an ocean. That evening we drove back. And the safari remained fishing, then they will catch up with us.
Tenkinskaya track.
With steep climbs, serpentine and everything else.
These are the bends.
On the way to Butugychag camp.
A dump of uranium ore is visible on the mountain.
Rail and Timur left for the territory. They didn’t let those who have no children yet.
On the mountain to the left, traces from the excavations are visible. Digging uranium, molybdenum or tungsten. Nobody knows
General view of the Nizhny Butugychag concentrator.
Entrance.
Remains of hoists - hoisting devices.
Sumps (200-400 μR / hour) and sludge dumps (750 μR / hour).
You can’t eat berries, and you can’t drink water.
We drove 30 kilometers on the night, got up for the night. And in the morning we woke up to the noise of excavators, trucks and loaders.
Sand with such grains of sand.
In Omchak, people went to the dining room for dinner, and I stayed in the car lying around and lounging.
I heard the whining. He stuck his head out, and there are two brothers.
Then two more ran up, and the other three sat nearby in ambush. I had to feed them cookies.
Omchak Zone.
It was disbanded in 2001.
A gloomy place, but without radiation.
Part of the convicts was transferred to the Uptar prison.
In one of the buildings it stinks of unwashed human body.
Care must be taken, nails, glass and barbed wire.
And here it generally smells like shit.
Here it is.
Let's go further.
We got up for the night.
Watched Apocalypto.
At night, Safar caught up with us and we went to conquer the Gavryushka and Loshkalah passes.
Gavryushka - 14km, Loshkalakh - 20km. Altitude - 1500m.
Find a Niva.
At the top of the pass, Rail doesn't want to go down with broken brakes.
Behind that turn there is a descent, then a river, and then a highway.
I cut the sticker "Wildebeest."
Arkagalinsky pass, marmotka under the monument to prisoners of Kolyma.
Mountains, mountains, mountains ...
This is Yakutia. Mordor.
The race of a thousand lakes.
The road between Artyk and Ust-Neroy.
Safar went far ahead, and we stood near the bridge and lit a signal fire.
Nafanya was waiting for the safarists at midnight.
Breakdown of the gas tank.
This is just near Ust-Nera kihilyakhi some.
And the clouds are dancing near that mountain.
Ust-Nera.
I took advantage of the stop and stuck a sticker.
Pontoon ferry across the Elga River. The bridge is scheduled to be completed in October.
During the night crossing, the unexpectedly spilled mountain river at 666 km of the Kolyma highway completed our journey. Easy, like a matchbox, the current caught Niva and dragged down the river ...