Озеро Боровое и горы Кент. 2019 год.

Три месяца прошло, но рассказ никак не складывается. Визитная карточка Казахстана – Боровое – не понравилось мне в этом году. А вот горы Кент около Каркаралинска (согласитесь, названия не знакомы) очень даже пришлись по душе. Вот и пытаюсь понять, как же всё это получилось… Continue reading “Озеро Боровое и горы Кент. 2019 год.”

Гранд-Каньон Колорадо? Нет! Наш, Чарынский. 2019 год.

Такое громкое название рассказа навеяно информацией сайтов некоторых туристических компаний. Они, завлекая клиентов на экскурсию, называют Чарынский каньон «младшим братом Гранд Каньона». Ну не можем мы без «Старшего Брата»…
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Мангистау. Каспий и древнее море. 2019 год.

От Алма-Аты до берега Каспийского моря я доехал за четыре дня. Быстро это или нет? Перед поездкой, прокладывая путь на карте, получил расстояние 4000 километров. Нитка маршрута выглядела сильно извилистой, но гарантировано шла по хорошим асфальтированным дорогам. В несколько суровой реальности вышло 2800 километров. Куда же делись остальные 1200? Continue reading “Мангистау. Каспий и древнее море. 2019 год.”

Pajero едет по космодрому. Байконур 2019.

Нет, запускать свою машину в космос, на манер г-на Маска, я не собирался. Ведь у Илона «теслов» много, а у меня Pajero – один. Continue reading “Pajero едет по космодрому. Байконур 2019.”

Pajero vs Казахстан. Дороги и направления. 2019 год.

Большое путешествие по Казахстану завершено почти успешно. Чуть ли не вся страна пройдена вдоль и поперёк – от Актау до Аягуза, от Кокчетава до Алма-Аты. Расстояние между крайними точками маршрута – почти 2500 километров «по прямой», которая состояла из автобанов и солончаков, дорог и направлений. Continue reading “Pajero vs Казахстан. Дороги и направления. 2019 год.”

Roads of Kazakhstan or a story without a name. 2018.

I do not know how best to call this story. Two thousand kilometers of broken roads? Are we building autobahns too? Death Road along Balkhash? Pajero keeps hitting? All these titles are suitable only for individual parts of the story. It is better to tell everything in order, and then decide for yourself how best to call it. Continue reading “Roads of Kazakhstan or a story without a name. 2018.”

Winter road to the lake Kolsay. 2018.

We got acquainted with this lake twenty years ago. At that time, the popularity of the Kulsai lakes was not great, they were talked about a little and even less traveled here. The distance from Alma-Ata is not great – about three hundred kilometers, but the road was bad at that time and its condition continued to deteriorate. Continue reading “Winter road to the lake Kolsay. 2018.”

How did I come to this life … Looking back into 1997.

In early 1997, we had gotten a car on which we could drive almost anywhere – MMC Pajero 1997 Model, 3.0L GL. It could had been used for a big group of people for a Sunday picnic – nine seats, including a driver, made it easy to do so, as well as could allow to travel off autonomously for several days, taking a tent, a bunch of different things and foods – an unusually large interior size contained everything that only our soul desired. Continue reading “How did I come to this life … Looking back into 1997.”

The ice is coming back. Lake Alakol. 2010.

From childhood, as remember myself, I always knew tthe largest lakes closest Alma-Ata were Balkhash and Issyk-Kul. There were, indeed, an “all-union health resort.” at the past century. However, there was another lake with the same healing, slightly saline water – Alakol, the “colorful lake”. Located to the northeast of Almaty at a distance of approximately five hundred kilometers in a straight line, this lake has long been a closed area. Continue reading “The ice is coming back. Lake Alakol. 2010.”

By car around Alma-Ata. Part two. 2010.

Traveling long distances, we didn’t forget about our mountains, try to get out into nature at the first opportunity. July 2010 was hot. The temperature in Alma-Ata rose above +40 degrees at the middle of the month, and we could not stand it and decided to run away from the city for several days. I have long wanted to see the mountains along  the road between Kegen and Zhalanash villages. Continue reading “By car around Alma-Ata. Part two. 2010.”