I want adrenaline!
To become an extreme, you do not need to study for a long time. It is easy to enter into taste — it is enough to dare at least once to make a courageous and a little mad act. Start to join the ranks of the slender adventurers is easiest in Turkey: this country is so rich (and fiction including) that can provide a holiday for every taste and budget. Our plan-giant was as follows: for 10 days not only to see as many attractions and sunbathe, but also to relax actively, at least, to drive Quad bikes and jeeps, swim on a yacht, ride, dive, fly… In General, I wanted to have time as much as possible, so, especially without wasting time on sunbathing (we decided to kill two birds with one stone, sunbathing on the yacht), gallop went to look for exciting adventures on his head. Tour de France Turkish scale For Safari, we chose the early morning, so as not to have to fry in the sun, and the hotel could return at four o’clock. At dawn I sit in a compact bus that is moving in the direction of the Taurus mountains. In the middle of a small clearing waiting for us lined up in a row of colorful cars. Simple instructions (for a ride on the Quad does not require driver’s experience), the results are ridiculous helmets and we start on a well-rolled road. Ahead of us is a 40-kilometer route through the mountains with stops in remote villages and a mountain lake. In principle, you can not race, but what can be prohibitions when the speed is approaching 70 kilometers per hour, on the face of Arafat, in the eyes of glasses, on the head of headphones, in which music thunders, and in front of — many kilometers serpentines. Drive! Speed cut, only passing the mountain villages, where to meet us popping up filthy and happy children with flowers in their hands. In one of these settlements for tourists provided the benefit of civilization in the form of a wooden shack. We sit down on the floor and wait for the Turkish woman to make us cakes and pour ayran (who does not like this drink can buy a can of Cola here for $ 3). A short break is good for us: we famously jump on Quad bikes and tear from the place, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Our journey continues under the hot sun, which has already risen high. Only high pines save from the scorching heat, creating a cool shady tunnel over the mountain road. Just in time and the lake with a small waterfall — its ten-degree water after such a hot race does not seem to us icy. The most amazing thing in our journey is the final stage. On a mountain dirt road we climbed high into the mountains, where Antalya is visible at a glance. It is impossible to describe — you need to see such beauty! We decided in that whatever was to come back again and the reason came up very quickly — we have never been to jeepsafari. Its main advantage is that the car will certainly pass where ATVs would not get, besides jeeps are much more confident behave on large potholes, steep climbs and descents and easily overcome the river, raising in the air refreshing spray fountains. Usually these safaris end in the mountains at an altitude of more than 1500 meters above sea level — and it seems that the whole world lies at your feet. Mariacha, row! 10 minutes in the locker room and we slap to the river in ridiculous waterproof suits and socks. At the shore we put on life jackets (children — always helmets), go through a short briefing, do some highly artistic pictures with oars, oars, under the oars and loaded into the boat. We have to swim four kilometers against and 12 kilometers downstream. From the shore our preparations are watched by elderly German tourists. While we are not gone, they try to take pictures of us against the background of bubbling and splashing threshold and are incredibly surprised when we start to row in the other direction. Rowing against the current takes a lot of effort, and at the end of the four-kilometer path we stop to rest and swim. Above us rises the bridge. According to legend, before the boys had to dive into the river with him to prove that they are real men. Before rafting we were warned: everyone needs to row, otherwise the boat will turn over. Our captain in Russian knows only three words: “thank you”, “please” and “row!”. Because of us he’s added to his lexicon of another Russian-Spanish — “maraca”. We sang a cheerful song of Banderas from “Desperate”, jumping on low river rapids, and from the stern of our boat and then heard the voice of the irrepressible captain: “Spasiba, pagalusta, Mariacha, row-and-and-and-and!”. The first wave, the second, and the third after 10 minutes, despite the waterproof gear, we were drenched almost to the skin, even after half an hour of adrenaline-fueled fun, the rapids began to seem very shallow, and the waves that are engulfing the boat — too small. The river, as if reading our thoughts, bubbled more actively, and before we went ashore, we successfully overcame a few more stunning whirlpools. Under white sails, Our bus pulls up to the pier, which is lined up in a row of yachts: with sails and without, snow-white and colorful, large and small — even the most fastidious Assol would have to choose from. All the vessels bask in the hot Mediterranean sun and wait for their travelers. Our boat seems huge. On two decks there are tables and sunbeds, there is also a bar. The yacht is clamped on both sides by two of her twin sisters, and we begin to doubt that we will be able to safely swim out of such a “trap”. But contrary to our fears vessel, smoothly gliding and swaying on the waves, goes first in Bay, and then in open sea. The morning sun is pouring all around: seeps into all the cracks and runs through the bodies of vacationers bunnies, reflected from the water — it’s time to put on a swimsuit, go to the stern, spread a towel, lie back and let the luminary do its dark business. The yacht slowly goes around the picturesque shores, swims to the green Islands and comes into small bays where you can swim and sunbathe on the sand. Hanging our heads from the side down, we watch as under the turquoise surface of the water we are followed by flocks of hungry fish, and behind them, in turn, swim no less hungry seals. Unlike the sea inhabitants, we are guaranteed a delicious lunch: grilled Turkish fish and meat, a variety of salads, yogurt drink ayran and cold beer. For dessert — dancing to the fiery rhythms of Turkish songs. Get the best of Experienced riders among us there, but to miss the chance to take a horse ride in the mountains do not want to. Therefore, we gather our will in a fist and decide at all costs to learn to ride. After a long bus ride in the heat, we enter the courtyard of a huge ranch with a mini-hotel, a bar and a spacious stable. The first thing that catches our eye is the pool, which we immediately want to plunge into, and well, these horses! But the thirst for speed and wind in the face still wins. Again a short instruction, someone’s playful cry of “to horse!”and we’re in the saddle… Almost. Trying to climb tall horses takes us at least a minute. Another half an hour is needed in order to somehow learn to move and understand where the levers of control of the creature, which, unlike ATVs, have a temper and their own wishes. And the rest of the work is done by sweet carrots (we prudently took it with us), eating which, our horses understand that we are their friends forever. Horseback riding in the mountains — a form of recreation, rather relaxing than extreme, except for one side effect: an unprepared rider after a four-hour sitting on a horse a couple of days destined to walk cowboy gait. To protect our untrained body from fever, our guide had made regular halts. On one of them we arranged a real feast mountain, setting an impromptu table with products that we Packed at the ranch. Easy extreme for “dummies” On the sea to Become an extreme, without leaving the hotel, just. Enough to ride on the “banana”. You are guaranteed an amazing 15-minute ride, plus swimming in the sea, plus exercise (trying to get back on the “banana”). To the experience of Cycling was positive, fall get ready in advance. As a rule, “banana” turn over at turns. In the air, If you want to jump with a parachute, but are afraid of docking with the ground, parasailing (people just “parachute”) — the perfect tool not only to get rid of fear, but also to overlook the shore from a bird’s flight. This kind of extreme is absolutely safe and at the same time tickling the nerves Under the water Clear waters of the Mediterranean and Aegean seas and call to plunge into them. The shores, cut by bays and bays, are rich not only in flora and fauna — if you are lucky, you can stumble upon the remains of ancient buildings. In the historical places of the coast scuba diving is not approved, but with a mask, snorkel and fins you can dive as much as your heart desires.