Retezat de Octombrie

Chiar daca in ultima vreme am scris aproape exclusiv despre turele moto, a nu se crede ca altceva nu mai stim face. Nu de alta dar, de fapt, turele moto is mult mai rare decat ar parea. Ocupa mai mult timp cu planificarea, ii drept, dar de-a lungul anului iesim mai des pe alt fel de ture. Cum ar fi pe munte ;).

Numai de curand am dat o fuga repejor in muntii nostri dragi, sa ne bucuram de mult prea scurta vreme in care toamna isi arata culorile. Asa ca am incropit in graba urmatorul traseu:

Ziua 1:
Carnic – cabana Pietrele, 1,5 ore
– cabana Pietrele – saua Lolaia – vf. Lolaia – vf. Retezat 5,5 ore, 1.000m diferenta nivel, marcaj banda galbena
– vf. Retezat – saua Retezat – vf. Bucura I – saua Bucura – lac PietreleGentiana, 5 ore, 575m diferenta nivel, marcaj banda galbena pana la vf. Bucura I, apoi continua banda rosie pana in saua Bucurei si apoi banda albastra pana la Gentiana

Harta si alte detalii pe Runkeeper.

Ziua 2:
– cabana Gentiana – Taurile din Valea Reasaua Zanoagalacul Gales – Carnic, 8.5 ore, diferenta de nivel sub 500m, cruce rosie de la Gentiana, continua cu triunghi galben (spre dreapta) pana la Taurile din Valea Rea, apoi triunghi rosu (spre stanga) pana la intersectarea cu traseul cabana Pietrele – Carnic

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In pozele adunate de Adina, spre disperarea camerei care o avut cateva contacte foarte apropiate cu stanca, s-o vazut cam asa:


I look like a regular person. I live like a regular person. I even speak like a regular person (sometimes). But my inner core is made from the souls of the past nomads. I wander, I get lost, very often I get sidetracked. But I never stray too far from my nomadic core. It is who I am. I’m always looking to get past borders, limits and “no, you should not”s or “you should”s. I’m always searching, always longing, even though I know there is no end, there is no final answer. But all my quests are taking me closer to my own people: you, the other nomads of this world. And I’m always grateful when I get to meet you. You, the nomads of this world, are the fabric of true life. A shared story, a shared cup of tea or stale piece of bread from last month, a smile or just a simple welcome, a shared dream – this is what travelling is all about for me. Welcome to my world – welcome to my fantasy.

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