There was a road where we used to collect mushrooms. I went in there. I was on an unknown path, even though I examined it on Google earth many times. I had no idea what to expect. While I was thinking about these, I had already reached the Cirip plateau, and I was in the fog at the very beginning of a flat plateau whose vehicle road was finished. I started to proceed on a path similar to a path in front of me, as the fog started to clear, I could see the places I stepped on more clearly. We call even the smallest puddles a lake, drop by drop, it turns into a lake, just as I came to that lake, the footprint of the landlord left marks on where I should not go, as if telling me to be smart, it's hard not to say thank you. In front of me ligarba zifin gomar birch zigar ispendam pincol of ulan of all endemics I wouldn't want to pass here without tasting ligarbas.
I collected some, although it tastes good, I don't need it on the passenger road. one pushes and one gets up, my dear country of smoke you know, from afar there is a sound of hooves and hooves. there is no vehicle road, the path continues the same The road is full of cantoron flowers on the right and left, even if no one has plucked it, it is not well known around here.The furnaces where the mines were melted are still in place, although pine forests surround them, it is certain that they did not lose anything physically. Time goes by, even though the days are long, a shudder took me, as if the saying that it would be early evening in the forest was proven. I am surrounded by gasdaniza tirmiza, but after listening to the esteemed mythologist Barutciyan, my perspective on mushrooms has changed or I love living more.
Those who know, know that the gum that I have been chewing for two hours caused both chest pain and jaw pain. I guess I have to be down in the hot dormitory, and the GPS data confirms me, the sound of a small stream keeps scratching my ears, it is certain that it is near, I planned my break according to the sound, I am aware that I am hungry, pine gum, shepherd's food was a must. The water flowing from the hollow of the stone was now revealed. Using my backpack as a seat, I leaned back, dipping my knuckle into the creek, I knew I had swallowed more water than a gosha. I took my jetboil out of my bag and burned it, washed and boiled my specially salted anchovies a couple of times, changed the water and boiled it again.
From last year in the highland, I brought out galan bumburli cheese at the bottom of the thai bream. What, should I die of pain or not eat?Although I am very used to the environment by the stream in the middle of a forest, Yusuf Yusuf Because the region is very untouched, animals can come out from behind any rock. Let him go, Cirip Mido may come out, after all, if he hears that I am the grandson of Baseless Temel, he will burn my rose, flax halva. The food was superb, I don't change the menu of a la carte restaurants, I kept gubbuz tea, will drink it again.
After I buried my nevalemi in my backpack and checked my pocketknife, which was a gift from my brother, give me your hand, the continuation of the path is Elmalık, the plateau I passed a little while, and I was going in the opposite direction from the bottom of the path I passed on the way to the arrival, the dog must have recognized me, this time the dog did not bark. I came to a crossroads, unlike the one I used in my previous visit, this time I decided to go on the untouched path, wasn't I already in the exploration? The road ends on the rocky cliff, which I later learned was called the Honey Rocks, and a spring path turns into a forest and tells me to stop. No matter how hard I try, it is not very wise to pass here without laying a rope, thank goodness, no one calls me smart.
The time to return is in the evening and the sun leaves the backs of Çataltepe. I have to get out of this valley, too, but how can I get out, my first sight of everywhere is flower buds, bugs, fruits, ruined houses, even the firttis have a different look. I shot up the ramp. I had to reach the cirip plateau as soon as possible. I missed the cirip waterfall in order not to waste time on the way. I definitely need to take a picture or two. That's what I call that moment. Cirip waterfall with wonderful symphony. experiences, experiences
I say you, walk around this area while your feet are walking. Otherwise, those feet will take their rights from you. My word to those who wait for the fly duo until the evening….
Don't Turn Without Making
Without tasting pita cheddar tea in Sirhanli
Without seeing Cirip waterfall cave and plateau
Before the photo was taken in the firatti in Elmalık Plateau
Without admiring the hobbit houses in the warm dormitory
Don't make a wish before passing under the Hardil Bridge.
Without drinking gubbuz tea
without spending siesta time in a cave