Yakutsk-Magadan-Sataryn

The total mileage is about 4000km.

150 photos.









Last preparations in the field. Crew: captain - Rail Kozlevich, navigator - Ganya Bender, goblin-electrician - Peter Balaganov, media - Victoria Panikovskaya.

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Safari is ready. Crew: captain - Dima Khvatov, navigator - Pasha Moyaubivat, sick - Vasya.





BMG (Goblin Fighting Vehicle): captain - Timur Bloody Cape, mechanical goblins Kuzya and Nafanya. Passengers to Khandyga: Marat and Rost.





We left at night, on the ferry did not have time.





Well, and slept a little on the pier.





At 5 in the morning we woke up, drank coffee and had breakfast.





Watched the sky.





Etc.





We plunged and set sail.





After 100 km after the Lower Bestyah the rear gearbox broke.





Slowly brewed tea and had breakfast.





Watched the sky.





As a result, they protour 5 hours.





Or four.





Toward evening, finally left. We decided to go at night to catch the ferry through Aldan.





In Taatta Ulus such fogs.





Along the way, after Uolba, they pulled out a shifter, refueled Niva with three pots of gasoline and drove to the ferry, crossed without incident.





In Khandyga, a friend in a hangar was repaired, burned the wiring, cleaned it with gasoline, inhaled it, repaired the electrician, twirled the camber and went further.





We spent the night in front of the Yellow Clamp. A beautiful place, in the bushes went drumming loudly with a spoon on the bowl.





This stream is very bottled in the rain.





On the Black Clamp, a UAZ nurse was met by French film cinemas.





The road is black-black.





Khandyga River.





666th kilometer of the route, Sataryn river.





Treacherous river.





French camp near the weather station and the border of time zones.





We talked with the drivers of the French, shouting "Napoleon Kaput!"





We stopped on the river Kubebe next to the destroyed bridge.





For the first time, we normally sit in front of a fire and have dinner together.





In the morning I found a bird's autograph on a tent.





Then we fell off the hood.





Tomtor, before Oimyakon is within reach, but they did not stop by.





-71.2 ° C





We spent the night near the nameless stream.





Scored a bunch of oil.





They fried and ate with the game.





Before bedtime they read books.





Again the road, again the mountains.





Driving through such bridges.





And such.





Sometimes there were no bridges.





The border of Yakutia and Magadan region.





In my opinion, we slept again. We have breakfast.





We drove the river Arkagala.





Rail got under the car and subsided. It turns out, fell asleep.





And these are experimental fields, here they grew wheat, rye and seemingly corn.





We drove slowly, stopped at any interesting thing.





For example, here, near the highway, there is a bus wreck, no one was hurt. Just then the car was thrown out and left.





The faces they had before the accident, presumably, were such.





The water in the stream is terribly cold.





Sneaking to the bone.





Here is Pasha, gutting game.





Ghost Town Kadykchan.





In my opinion, on the Internet somewhere was info about him.





And we hid a geocaches cache there.





Notice the ginger building: graffiti.





School, typical building.





Rummaged in homes.





Everywhere is quiet, only the house howls with grief.





We got to Susuman: a sad village, dusty.





Broken trunk lock, tied with ropes, without much need for it does not climb.





Turned off the track to Lake Jack London.





Dangerous ford, I sat on the roof of the Niva and filmed the video.





Dancing Grayling Lake.





Only they do not dance right now, not the season.





Descend to Jack London Lake, there is a weather station on the island.





Met Magadan Wellers, funny guys.





A bunch of elfin wood.





Sorry, it was overcast.





On the way back broke the tie rod. And I went for a walk.





The stream runs along the road, in general there is a lot of water.





The moss grows even on the bushes.





And the pebbles are cool.





Fix it and go back to the track.





Safari during the ford flooded the rear axle. We repair, dry.





We went for water for a kilometer and a half.





The case is just for the goblin mechanics.





We drove again at night, this road begins 80 kilometers to Magadan.





We arrived in the suburbs and fell asleep, and this Ganya wakes Dima.





Dima, in my opinion, did not sleep a damn.





We were very well received by the Magadan dzhipers. Typewriter times.





Typewriter two.





Typewriter three.





Typewriter four.





We were then taken to the apartments for the night, and this is our breakfast.





Houses in Magadan are beautiful, but old. Facades peeling. Like us, in some places sovdepovskie signs remained.





The first and second floors are patched up by new owners, but nobody touches the upper floors.





They are built on stilts, but the approaches to them are closed to the ground. Their permafrost is not so toothy.





The whole center is like this: the buildings are beautiful, but not well-groomed, but this gives them some sort of vintage.





The city stands on the hills: for example, this is a descent.





And this is a climb.





All sorts of Eurosets, Dixis, Rosbank and other federal funerals.





But there are game rooms. Magadan is a special economic zone.





The board is made on the same technology as ours.





But the bank "Kolyma", they still have a funny slogan ... Something like "Trust, do not check" or something like that.





All kinds of new cars go, they are sold to Magadan residents at a low price (I don’t remember exactly). But you can ride them only until the DPS post, which is in Palatka, 90 kilometers from the city, that's all. There Gera car turn to Magadan, and you go back.





Outside as in Yakutsk two years ago.





In the center is a water closet.





Dogs are served here.





Von temple itself otgrohali, and next to the city hall in the central square there is a gas station, finally can cool.





The main avenue.





Mask of grief for prisoners of the Gulag.





View of the bay. There is an ocean. That same evening, went back. And the safari stayed fishing, then they would catch up with us.





Tenkinskaya track.





With steep climbs, serpentine and all the rest.





These are the turns.





On the way to the camp Butugychag.





On the mountain visible dump uranium ore.





Rail and Timur left for the territory. Do not let those who have no children yet.





On the mountain to the left are visible traces of excavations. Kopali uranium, molybdenum or tungsten. Nobody knows





General view of the processing plant of the Lower Butugichaga.





Entrance.





Remains of hoists - lifting devices.





Septic tanks (200-400 micron / hour) and sludge dumps (750 micron / hour).





You can not eat berries, and you can not drink water.





We drove 30 kilometers into the night, got up for the night. And in the morning we woke up to the noise of excavators, trucks and loaders.





Sand here with such grains of sand.





In Omchak, people went to the canteen to have dinner, and I stayed in the car to lie and idle.





Heard a cheek. He stuck his head out and there were two brothers.





Then two more ran up, and the other three sat nearby in ambush. I had to feed them cookies.





Zone Omchak.





Disbanded in 2001.





Dark place, but without radiation.





Some prisoners were transferred to the Uptar ITK.





In one of the buildings it stinks of an unwashed human body.





Care must be taken, nails, glass and barbed wire.





And here in general, frankly shit smells.





Here she is.





Let's go further.





We got up for the night.





Watched Apocalypto.





At night, we caught up with Safar and we went to conquer the passes of Gavryushka and Loshkalah.





Gavryushka - 14km, Loshkalah - 20km. Height above sea level - 1500m.





Find Niva.





At the top of the pass, Rail does not want to go down with broken brakes.





Behind that turn descent, then the river, and then the track.





Cut out the wildebeest sticker.





Arkagalinsky Pass, Marmot under the monument to the prisoners of Kolyma.





Mountains, mountains, mountains ...





This is Yakutia. Mordor





Race thousands of lakes.





The road between Artyk and Ust-Neroy.





The safari went far ahead, and we got up near the bridge and lit a signal fire.





Nafanya was waiting for the safarists for midnight.





Fuel tank breakdown.





This is just near Ust-Nera Kihilyakh some.





And over that mountain clouds are dancing.





Ust-Nera.





I used a stop and stuck a sticker.





Pontoon crossing over the river Elga. The bridge is scheduled to pass in October.



During the night crossing, an unexpectedly flooded mountain river at 666 km of the Kolyma highway completed our journey. Easily, like a matchbox, the current caught the Niva and dragged it down the river ...