After an hour running around on the nearest hill, everyone understood that the festival was opened and paraglider pilots - those strange people, even in the eyes of the mountaineers. We are just tired, went to dinner. Meals in a yurt is a separate line: full dishes, plus maintenance, plus a warm atmosphere among customers plus even fresh air of the Pamirs and national character will long remain in your memory. Rest of the day spent walking through the neighborhood, and work on BC. The flights started Next day, flight.
Let's go to the ridge peak Petrovsky. By MAL-a memorial to the dead and lay the trail. Climbed to the crest of three and a half hours, which is a long time. Weather rang. I am glad that I could fly. Wind, however, was volatile and Nesil, but declared himself termichka kuchevkoy pleasant.
When she reached the sloping meadow surrounded by cliffs, began to prepare for the launch. Ashpan oblique, but still a head wind from the valley Achik-Tash, or other words the northeast. AN-2 flew. Andrew was going for very long, rarefied air, and suffered from it too. With me, everything was fine, but I felt that the head of the head a bit squeezed, though not hurt. While we were spreading out of the dome and fit in the suspension, the wind calmed down and began blowing from the northwest. We decided to start toward the glacier Petrovsky. But when we "moved" there, the wind began to blow again from the valley, where there was a base camp.