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To the south shore of the North Sea - the second part
Winter, Nenets, endless tundra, snow, sun and winter roads.
In the first part I talked about the blizzard that made impassable our way to the Ocean.
But in the end the weather took pity, and we still got to shore.
22 photos via nub1an
At night, the wind stopped almost instantly as if turned off and the morning we were met by a small cloud and silence.
As if yesterday was nothing.
In a large field camps, near the South Khylchuyu deposit we found the person responsible for the condition of the winter road to the Varandey.
There Tundra all live, here and there scurrying trucks must find time in two months there will be no road.
Therefore, the winter road carriageways should be around the clock.
The man was going to the inspection after yesterday's storm and kindly offered us their help in the fight against the Seine.
And help was on anything, so we drove all together and 170 km winter road Yu.Hylchuyu - Varandey.
Winter road laid along the transmission line and pipeline.
Everything goes to the Varandey - one of the largest offshore oil terminal in the country.
We go along the coastline, landscape behind impressive.
Periodically across islands of life, it posts Road, they clean, ram and on duty round the clock on the winter road.
They cling to a tractor two huge pipes - so-dub winter road.
But sometimes this technique is not able to pass.
But the results of yesterday's storm. Road Peremel so that the Urals and stayed here.
Cargo and the car abandoned and left. Fortunately one machine here do not travel in such weather.
Some kiddle cleaned, but only for trucks, have to break.
Crossing r.Chernaya.
Here, the clock duty tractor engine is not jammed months.
So, naroet to snow around him does not sweep and waits.
The long-awaited pointer in a snowy silence. We're almost there.
Here it is, the southern shore of the sea. Barents Sea.
Everywhere scrap left shift camp, on the right and endless ice ridges, stretching into darkness.
Once there was a large village of Varandey.
Who of the indigenous population here live only 15 families.
Again the wind picks up again, blowing on the bottom.
A fascinating spectacle.
It's time to leave, do not want to stay locked up here.
Places crazy.
How do people live here? How to live here for centuries Nenets? The head does not fit.
Ahead were the sunsets ...
... Burning oil ...
Naryan-Mar ... ...
... Plague ...
Unreal ... and the sun, on which you can watch for hours.
North shook again.
And I fully understand those who say that the North - it is a disease, a disease forever.
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In the first part I talked about the blizzard that made impassable our way to the Ocean.
But in the end the weather took pity, and we still got to shore.
22 photos via nub1an
At night, the wind stopped almost instantly as if turned off and the morning we were met by a small cloud and silence.
As if yesterday was nothing.
In a large field camps, near the South Khylchuyu deposit we found the person responsible for the condition of the winter road to the Varandey.
There Tundra all live, here and there scurrying trucks must find time in two months there will be no road.
Therefore, the winter road carriageways should be around the clock.
The man was going to the inspection after yesterday's storm and kindly offered us their help in the fight against the Seine.
And help was on anything, so we drove all together and 170 km winter road Yu.Hylchuyu - Varandey.
Winter road laid along the transmission line and pipeline.
Everything goes to the Varandey - one of the largest offshore oil terminal in the country.
We go along the coastline, landscape behind impressive.
Periodically across islands of life, it posts Road, they clean, ram and on duty round the clock on the winter road.
They cling to a tractor two huge pipes - so-dub winter road.
But sometimes this technique is not able to pass.
But the results of yesterday's storm. Road Peremel so that the Urals and stayed here.
Cargo and the car abandoned and left. Fortunately one machine here do not travel in such weather.
Some kiddle cleaned, but only for trucks, have to break.
Crossing r.Chernaya.
Here, the clock duty tractor engine is not jammed months.
So, naroet to snow around him does not sweep and waits.
The long-awaited pointer in a snowy silence. We're almost there.
Here it is, the southern shore of the sea. Barents Sea.
Everywhere scrap left shift camp, on the right and endless ice ridges, stretching into darkness.
Once there was a large village of Varandey.
Who of the indigenous population here live only 15 families.
Again the wind picks up again, blowing on the bottom.
A fascinating spectacle.
It's time to leave, do not want to stay locked up here.
Places crazy.
How do people live here? How to live here for centuries Nenets? The head does not fit.
Ahead were the sunsets ...
... Burning oil ...
Naryan-Mar ... ...
... Plague ...
Unreal ... and the sun, on which you can watch for hours.
North shook again.
And I fully understand those who say that the North - it is a disease, a disease forever.
Source:
