Pongoma - a village on the edge of life
• Pongoma - a village on the edge of life
Week without bond, in the Karelian wilderness - the luxury of a break from the noise of the city, information diarrhea and reboot your brain. But here I would be able to survive a city dweller in the village on the edge of the world? The question that may be several answers. Such a radical change in lifestyle could just swoon. Without cozy chatik network, tasty latte, and - most importantly - warm toilet. However, with this kit is quiet and gorgeous views of the White Sea.
We had enough of the week to get away from civilization and enjoy the country life.
Village Pongoma - old Pomeranian village, now, unfortunately, on the verge of extinction. Most of the houses standing like skeletons, despite the passing empty window-sockets. But life still goes on, and at times you can hear "are you bl ... about our village in internets write !?"
For a walk through the village, we chose the best weather conditions - low clouds and fine snow. For the middle of March the snow was a lot - if successfully occur, you can fall almost to the waist. Across the village lie sailboat - fishing boats. Naturally most of the burrowing into the ground. There is even something like a cemetery of boats - right at the fence "real" cemetery.
FAPs. I do not know whether the building is used for its intended purpose, but the track is cleared from the pipe goes up in smoke. But if you happen to something serious - will have to go in the direction of civilization - in Kuzemu, the nearest big "city."
We walked through the village in the direction of the store, to replenish food stocks. It was a way to hell - a skating rink. Slippery was just eerily. But back I had to carry eggs and some glass containers ...
is one of the few stone buildings in the village of unknown purpose. Payphone seems to be working, and it is here very out of place - communication frankly crap. I caught only Megafon and MTS in some places. And according to the law of meanness only on the ice)
The village is known since the 15th century. What was left of it to our times? Yes, probably nothing, including the coast-dwellers themselves, which only a few people living at this hour. Even the name was transformed from Pongama in Pongoma.
Some cars near the houses standing buried in the snow, and the main means of transportation in the winter - snowmobiles, rusty Burana
The majority of houses - wooden log. It has long been lopsided. I looked into the one window - furniture is in place, covered with dust and cobwebs. eerie sight
This is not a distortion of the optics, the house really is banked. By the way, notice how the post is fixed. And you say nanotechnology ..
According to the street dogs running around the pile, any size. That's what Chernysh name whether Navel, or just hit. I ran constantly in front of our house, begging goodies. What are the goodies? Themselves eat buckwheat
And this is the center of life in the village - shop. People come here to buy products, talk, gossip. It works already from 12 to 15, on Tuesdays from 12 to 13 and from 15.30 to 16.30, as evidenced by the handwritten ads on the glass. We were standing at the entrance to the supermarket when the Light has come - a saleswoman and a very nice woman
The store assortment certainly not great. But unpretentious tourists and locals should suffice. A typical general store with products to the minimum necessary. The most important question - brandy is almost there, we took the last cognac called "Crimean reserve" ... Yes, I agree, horror, scary)) What's interesting in the store -sigaret not. I will not. It is not clear why ... On the day we bought half the shop, and probably made monthly revenue) discovery was jam - incredibly delicious thing
are starting to converge local time of opening of the store. Those in favor of beer, who for some bread. Or both for that, and for that)
And we loaded with food went back into the house - wait for the night and goes hunting for the northern lights ....