Tales of an entomologist. About adventures and travel

It's not about the browser, it's about overflowing memory. It is necessary to delete something and upload it very quickly before they take it.

I had this in the summer that nothing joined, but then (in November) it started to join again, although I didn't delete anything.

July 7.
Yeah, the legs are wooden... And it's best not to go to the Ko today. I'll arrange a day of rest!
I lie on my mattress until noon, reading a book I took on a camping trip: Nabokov's novel Pale Fire. Wading through the author's semantic "hallucinations". Good gymnastics for the mind! No, I don't like this style... I like early Nabokov, with his clear and easy syllable. Where you admire the offer, not hack it.
Walked with a net on the road. Poplar tapeworm, peacock's eye, hero's hayloft, and a few other "boring" species... Dreary. Often it happens like this: where you wait-nothing, and the best is caught, where you didn't think at all. However, I haven't reached Ko yet... The aliens released their butterflies there. I fall into childish thoughts with a smile.
I'm standing on the road. The sun is shining. Quiet, warm. There is no midge – it is too low for her here. Just a paradise!
In the evening I lie on the floor... boom! - a blow to the wall of the house. Like someone threw a chock... I jump up. Darkness outside the window. I step carefully outside with the kerosene stove... The logs are lying on the side. Maybe it was a shot. Or still koldovskaya Mountain... I don't believe it! I go back to the hut and extinguish the kerosene stove. Sleep.

July 8.
On Ko! I go in the morning with a backpack on the road. It has a sleeping bag, groceries... First, my way to the farthest hut. It is approximately 11 kilometers away. I'll leave some of the food in it, go up to the station, spend the night, come back, rest in the hut for the night and drive back to the base.
I'll break a new path!.. Tourists all go to Ko along the river of the same name, where the hut is also listed (the one at the top of the map). Hunting also. They spend the night in it. There even seems to be some sort of trail there. Not interesting... I love being a trailblazer!
It's still sunny and warm, but the sky suddenly gives birth to a feather, and soon another... Feathery clouds are a harbinger of a cyclone. Not a good thing... But maybe it will resolve. I get to the right place in two and a half hours.
Here is the hut… It stands right in the forest. Unsightly. The door is open… I'm coming in. Well, ATV jokers: a hut for 3-4 people... For one end-to-end here! A small hole, half of the floor is broken. Drowned them, or what?.. But everything you need is also there: a kerosene stove, matches, a knife, a pot… Kerosene stove, however, without glass, but I set it on fire-it burns.
The woodlouse stings in the hut... The window is covered with a thick layer. Well, I'll spray myself with Gardex when I sleep here tonight.


My new home…


Woodlouse on the window


Interior

I had lunch, brewed noodles "Doshirak" and added stewed meat to it. I rarely eat this, but sometimes I can. I left the hut... The feathers covered the entire sky now. Yes, there will be a cyclone after all. Rain is very likely at night.
And what to do on Ko?.. I need butterflies! Butterflies need the sun. Yes, and climb in a cyclone on the mountains-too much. The streams will start raging, and you'll be wet all over. What if there's a thunderstorm?.. A friend told me how he was once in the mountains during it. Suddenly, the hair on my head began to crackle when I touched it with my hand. Sparks!.. And lightning bolts like cyclopean worms, horizontally, next to it-back and forth! I pressed myself into a hollow in the rock. I thought it was death...
No, I'm not going to go to Ko today. I'd rather see what kind of butterflies there are around here." I took a walk with a net on the way up from the hut. Also overgrown in places. Nothing special flew. I met peat pigeons from novy. I've met them everywhere...
In the evening in the hut the woodlouse began to eat me. I spray myself with Gardex, but it only works for about twenty minutes. I didn't think to take a smoky spiral from the base!.. I'm having tea at the table, the kerosene stove is flickering, the mysterious pre-midnight forest is in the window… Suddenly – a rustle behind the wall, and someone powerfully passes through the bushes. I hit the pot with a spoon... I say loudly:"So!" I can guess who he is. Apparently, it comes for waste. Hunters leave a lot of things behind. Today-nothing here... I even feel a little sorry for him. I open the door and throw a piece of moldy flatbread into the dark woods.
The woodlouse attacks at night... I have to "wrap up" in a sleeping bag, suffering from the heat, but it grabs my face – and at night I wake up every now and then, spray it.

July 9.
In the morning, the feathers are shaggy and move quickly… A cyclone is inevitable, or even a typhoon will strike.


Nebo is not far from the hut

And it is better to wait out the bad weather at the base, "in the mansions". I walk back... Oh, you witch Ko-stopped me again! Oh, you've missed the sunny days… It was necessary immediately upon arrival, well, in the morning to move to the" assault " hut for me, spend the night in it and climb the next day to the Ko!
I would like to know in advance...
I quickly reach the hut. The sky is already overcast, and now it's starting to rain. Managed...

July 10th.
Tangles of fog from morning to breakup. Everything is wet... It rained for about two hours last night. The sun peeked out a little, went "on butterflies"... Boredom. The sky frowned again – I'm torturing my brain with the vocabulary of "Pale light" in the hut...
In the evening-the thought: it would be time! To accept. Raise your spirits. I have a bottle of medical alcohol in nz ****. I pour it into an empty Old Barell brandy bottle I found under the table. I carry wild currant leaves from the street, cut them and "shove" them inside. Cut raisins to the same place, more... I dilute it with water up to forty degrees. I lie on the floor, read for an hour and a half, sometimes shaking the bottle.
Ready!.. I pour a little bit into a faceted "master's" cup, swallow it. Mm, yummy! The smell of currants, a little sweetness... Excellent drinking turned out.


We insist…


We drink. (And only after the" development " of the photo at home, I noticed burning eyes in the window!*****)

I have another drink. That's goodness in the body... Heroic thoughts arise: But I'll drive to Ko tomorrow! If it doesn't rain. Yes and it will be… Don't worry! I have a raincoat. I'll go as a tourist. Extreme sports player. I'll break a new path...
I've had another drink. I pulled the map over... Here – a withered fern, but up from yesterday's hut ... a different shade! Lighten up. There-I'm sure kurumnik! That's it, I'm coming…
I finished off the rest. Uh, not enough! I'm looking for other bottles under the table and shelf. Suddenly not drunk... It happens in hunting huts. But – no. Sad I go to bed.

July 11.
Don't get up in the morning. Paralysis! Back pain. It's like a knife driven into the sacrum... From alcohol, or what? I don't think so. I've been drinking a lot more, with no consequences other than a bad head... Maybe a wild currant? Um. Unreal. And on the hip-what is it… Some kind of stamp! The brand! A circle and what looked like Roman numerals, caked with blood under the skin.


What is tse?!

From where??!.. I stare at my hip in amazement. It's all Co... Hit me on the back last night and stamped me, witch. Don't let him climb... Mind reader! I'm joking darkly to myself, but I flashed: what if there is something surreal in the Universe?!.. Mountain spirits. Magic.
Or that-guests from the plate... " Alcoholic. Not suitable for experiments... " I smile. However, I still feel a little uneasy.
I slowly turn on my side and get to my feet a millimeter at a time-a straight mannequin.. With each movement, the knife is driven into the sacrum. I was leaving for the near future...
Have breakfast. I'm lying on my back on the floor... It's overcast outside, but the sun comes out at lunchtime. I sit near the hut with my back to him. It doesn't help...
I read Nabokov. I go to bed early.

July 12.
My back still hurts. No use for anything... walked along the road with a net. Interesting-zero!


Pestrushka tisbe


Road near the house

Ko's in the clouds again... In the evening, I started a bathhouse. Steamed up. I felt a little better. The boredom is terrible... The Jesuit Nabokov is read. I got about twenty years ' sleep. Barely fell asleep...

July 13.
Andrey is due to arrive at lunchtime. During the day – cloudy, occasionally sunny. There's a rumble in the mountains. My back hurts, I can't sit down or get up. I packed my backpack somehow. What if he doesn't come?.. Walking to Solontsovo with such a back will be torture.
The brand has turned purple, blurred slightly. Well, insidious Ko-I'll show you!.. I'll come here again next summer. I'll climb you. I'll catch some rare butterflies... Eversmann's sailboat-in the mountain swamps. Yes, I do.
It's already past lunchtime. Andrey is still missing... Near the hut I sit. I'm worried.
The car jumps out of the "tunnel" of the road. I've arrived!
"I thought you'd left.".. There's no weather. Solved it: to go – not to go...
- Honor the contracts!
"Well, me too..."
We're going back. I ask Andrey to take me to the track near Dolmi today. I'll pay for it. Says: calm down! At night, his father, who is a driver in a logging company, will take logs in a Kamaz truck to the forest yard in the village of Khor – he will take me with him. Is free. He'll tell him... Khor – railway station. You can take the train or train from there to Khabarovsk. Well, good man!.. I agree. I thank Andrey.
In the evening we enter Solontsovy. Strong wind, raging thunderstorm. It's as if someone invisible is angry, seeing me off... Never mind. I'll be there!..
Andrey puts me up in his house until nightfall, in his half of the neighborhood. No one lives in it, and he has the keys. In the second one, I'm with my family... Invites you to dinner.
I'm sitting at the table with his mother, his wife. Izyubryatina I am treated, moonshine on nuts drink with my mother... Not bad! Andrey himself goes hunting. The storm was over. And my wife ordered it!..
At night I go with his father to the Choir. In Kamaz-giant logs in a roll over the sides, and the same in the trailer. Speed – 10 kilometers. Wet ground… We'll be in the Choir in the morning.
We talk about different things. He's a hunter, too. He told me how he was almost attacked by a bear… Of course, in the Ko area! Our hunter was walking along a logging road, and he saw something running in the bushes,
parallel to it. It rolls out onto the road... The bear! Large Buryak. And the gun is in the backpack. The bear moved toward him, and now it was five meters away... Our walker yelled at him: "Go away!" He drew his rifle and snapped the bolt...
The bear disappeared into the bushes.
In the Choir, I walk with my backpack to the station building. The train and train to Khabarovsk will be available only at lunchtime!.. The station "lady" advises me to take the other one going soon to the big Vyazemsky station. It's back... But there are many other trains stopping there – you can
leave earlier.
I arrive in Vyazemsky soon. The train to Khabarovsk is also here-at lunchtime! I buy a ticket for the nearest one, take a rest room in the mini-hotel at the station... 300 rubles in total! Sleep... At noon I walk along Vyazemsky to kill time. The town is quiet and cozy.
The cat is sleeping...
A wheelchair rolls by...
Cockades, tights...
Ko doesn't back down from me. Lunch on the train Vladivostok-gm... Komsomolsk-on-Amur I'm going to Khabarovsk.
Wait for me, you pest, next year!


Perelivnitsa Shrenka and urticaria near the big hut

* Belogrudki locals call Himalayan bears. As usual...
** This is what the locals call brown bears.
*** Whitefish near the lens.
**** Untouchable stock.
***** Photoshop.

This post was edited by Wild Yuri - 07.12.2017 00: 18

I made it!! However, two photos were not attached. I'll try again later...

This post was edited by Wild Yuri - 03.12.2017 13: 31

Instead of a postscript. Probably expected a more "cool ending". But here's what it is. I think it would have been a much more interesting scenario if I had gone up to Ko. Not fate... And, perhaps, good forces did not let me go there - putting me "a little" out of action. But I'll go... Next summer. Ko will get kinder, I hope. Looking for a camping companion!

This post was edited by Wild Yuri - 04.12.2017 00: 33

Is your back all right, Yuri?" And what about the brand on your hip - no consequences? Marked and flown away...

July 7.


We drink. (And only after the" development " of the photo at home, I noticed burning eyes in the window!****)

And the tiger's eyes

Lamp flame reflected in two window panes

Is your back all right, Yuri?" And what about the brand on your hip - no consequences? Marked and flown away...

My back went through almost a month! Passed. I've never been ill before. Really mystique... The stigma passed faster - in about a week.

And the tiger's eyes

Precisely! The Ussuri tiger!

The stamp, I think, shows a burning house and the Roman numeral four. This can be interpreted as a threat. If I don't get out of here in 4 days, the base will catch fire. But why the Roman numeral, not the usual one? Perhaps to make it more mysterious. With a normal digit, there would be some explicit sign. They're playing with me...

Or maybe it's a house in a cloud, or it's not a number, but an English I (I) and two fingers apart: victory, victory! Next year...

Or maybe it's a house in a cloud, or it's not a number, but an English I (I) and two fingers apart: victory, victory! In next year...

I would get tested for borreliosis.

There's a rash and spots of a different kind. https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Болезнь_Лайма. In addition, there should be chills, fever, malaise... None of this happened.

Well, I posted the last two photos, deleting some of the old ones.

There's a rash and spots of a different kind. https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Болезнь_Лайма. In addition, there should be chills, fever, malaise... None of this happened.

The symptoms may vary. I was sick. Pass just in case, the disease is very insidious. At me now because of it gradually pass joints though I 100% recovered.

Don't scare me. There are no symptoms. Ticks didn't bite me there, thanks to Reftamide. I'm afraid of these tests... But, maybe, I will pass at what manifestations.

This post was edited by Wild Yuri - 07.12.2017 00: 08

It's from alien giant flies... Added a photo to the second part of the report.

I'm afraid of these tests...

At work, a colleague did not want to do an MRI at the time - " well, it's time to be irradiated once again...". On November 25, there was a funeral.

I will add a bit of prosaism to my mystical experiences. Spot on the thigh-a hematoma, in the process of walking through the wilds ran into a certain object of an interesting shape, I assume that a branch with protruding splinters of wood splinters. Is your lower back suddenly ill in the morning? Has this never happened before after climbing a mountain under a backpack the day before? Then you are very lucky with your health. But aging is inexorable.

The symptoms may vary. I was sick. Pass just in case, the disease is very insidious. At me now because of it gradually pass joints though I 100% recovered.

Are you sure about that?" As far as I know, if it has reached the joints, then you can't get rid of borrelia, even monthly courses of antibiotics can only achieve remission. But, interestingly, people who have lived in the forest all their lives (foresters, professional hunters, etc.) are almost always infected, but they do not complain of symptoms. Apparently, an active lifestyle stops them.

I will add a bit of prosaism to my mystical experiences. Spot on the thigh-a hematoma, in the process of walking through the wilds ran into a certain object of an interesting shape, I assume that a branch with protruding splinters of wood splinters. Is your lower back suddenly ill in the morning? Has this never happened before after climbing a mountain under a backpack the day before?

You're not a romantic at all... I think this prose was already clear to everyone, but after all, that's what stories are for, to move a little away from science and relax the reader with various artistic techniques, adding mystery to the story. Yuri is very good at this.

At work, a colleague did not want to do an MRI at the time - " well, it's time to be irradiated once again...". On November 25, there was a funeral.

Yes, there are no symptoms at all... At one time, the stones were in the kidneys and gallbladder, the attacks began - I was already examined there. Stones banished.

I will add a bit of prosaism to my mystical experiences. Spot on the thigh-a hematoma, in the process of walking through the wilds ran into a certain object of an interesting shape, I assume that a branch with protruding splinters of wood splinters. Is your lower back suddenly ill in the morning? Has this never happened before after climbing a mountain under a backpack the day before? Then you are very lucky with your health. But aging is inexorable.

It never happened... I didn't run into any branches. I don't remember, anyway. The only thing is: maybe he was in a somnambulism last night... I sometimes have this when I drink a lot (I get drunk, for information, no more than 2-3 times a year). I get up at night, walk around, and say something... I might stumble upon something. I fell , and it hit me in the back. But I didn't drink much at all. However... Who knows?

> The symptoms may vary. I was sick. Pass just in case, the disease is very insidious. At me now because of it gradually pass joints though I 100% recovered.<

Are you sure about that?" As far as I know, if it has reached the joints, then you can't get rid of borrelia, even monthly courses of antibiotics can only achieve remission. But, interestingly, people who have lived in the forest all their lives (foresters, professional hunters, etc.) are almost always infected, but they do not complain of symptoms. Apparently, an active lifestyle stops them.

Completely intimidated... Still pass the tests!

This post was edited by Wild Yuri - 06.12.2017 13: 55

I had a lot of conversations with Siberian Taiga residents - it turns out that the locals drink "raw milk" from childhood and naturally acquire some kind of weakened natural immunity to diseases transmitted by ticks. And how many ticks can be found in the forests on the cows grazed there, I will keep silent-sometimes you think that there is no blood in the poor animal for a long time...

Encephalitis is not transmitted through cow's milk. Only via kozye.

...from now on, it will happen.

Lord God?

  

Are you sure about that?" As far as I know, if it has reached the joints, then you can't get rid of borrelia, even monthly courses of antibiotics can only achieve remission. But, interestingly, people who have lived in the forest all their lives (foresters, professional hunters, etc.) are almost always infected, but they do not complain of symptoms. Apparently, an active lifestyle stops them.

Tests were performed at three sites independently, both blood and joint fluid. The last analysis (I keep this case under control) is at the end of this summer. So far, everything is clear.

Encephalitis is not transmitted through cow's milk. Only through kozye.

San Sanych, you have outdated data. Rarely transmitted through cow's milk - there are proven cases I won't find an article on the jump, but you know that I have first-hand information

  
Are you sure about that?" As far as I know, if it has reached the joints, then you can't get rid of borrelia, even monthly courses of antibiotics can only achieve remission. But, interestingly, people who have lived in the forest all their lives (foresters, professional hunters, etc.) are almost always infected, but they do not complain of symptoms. Apparently, an active lifestyle stops them.

Judging by the article (I do not undertake to evaluate it), the articular variant of borelliosis is relatively rare in our country, it is widespread in North America. Link: http://entomologs.ru/laima_podrobno.php

PS. I don't understand the site name in relation to the content

And I didn't go to Co this summer... Again, total rains in the days of the planned assault! I called a friend in the village of Solontsovy, which is not far from Ko. He said not to come in any case. Everything is flooded, the roads are washed out... And I didn't go. Meanwhile, the mountain "took away" the next tourists: http://vestiprim.ru/news/ptrnews/66217-vol...ko-turista.html. I'm already afraid of her... But I'll go. Next summer.

Something doesn't reflect my message that's on page 24... This happens when it is the first one on the page. I'm doing the second one so you can read it.

"The descent of the Holy Fire", but there is a second option from Jan "that's sooooooooooooooooooooooo staff I caught yesterday!"


twist his fins! it will go away !!!


guess what's behind me...


Let me have a peek


on the evil hari painted... / when I fell asleep on the beach and woke up "B" .. / loaded "niva" heavy henna / they are not looking for them-a lot of options and everything is true


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A little weak, guys...

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Where did you go?

A little weak, guys...

A woman is always able to decorate a holiday!
But there is a more advanced level

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Where did you go?

to Nikolskoye.Jan and Ilya and I are at his shniv. Volodya was on the x-ray and there was also a guy on the 21st field. we were standing on the bank of a pond. at night it began to rain and a smooth rice check with a depth of about 5-7 cm was formed on the site of our parking lot. first, we were thrown out into the field and sat on the right edge. Andrey pulled us out. Then Volodya sat down. They decided not to take any chances and dragged Volodya on a cable to the village (~5 km). he didn't come with us again this year

Maxim here talked about combing bumblebees, I have a similar situation, although not entomological.
Friends brought fish from Dagestan - kutum (Caspian subspecies of the cut-tooth). We had a beer under this wonderful fish and I decided to give our museum the pharyngeal teeth of this creature
call:
"what are you doing?"
- I cook my teeth
-.....
today, call:
"what are you doing?"
- put your teeth in "nefras"
-.....
how difficult it is to live, whether the skis do not go....

In Anisimovka, the Mecca of entomologists, very well-fed, such a hooligan fruit:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob10vhyXYIQ,
https://youtu.be/TdsQX5Qtf-A.

Methods of feeding butterflies by Denis Tumanov.


Straighten the proboscis...


And here they absorb the necessary salts for them.


Happy face of the author. There were a lot of eggs in the cages!

Methods of feeding butterflies by Denis Tumanov.
And here they absorb the necessary salts for them.

With syrup, it is clear, but on what day did the socks have the maximum egg production?