There is a document in the National Library in Rio de Janeiro called Manuscript 512, which tells the story of a group of treasure hunters who discovered a lost city in the jungle of Brazil in 1753.

The text is something like a diary in Portuguese and is in rather poor condition. Nevertheless, its content has inspired more than a generation of explorers and amateurs - treasure hunters - to search.

Manuscript 512 - perhaps the most famous document National Library Rio de Janeiro and from the point of view of modern Brazilian historiography is "the basis of the greatest myth of national archeology." In the XIX-XX centuries. the lost city described in Manuscript 512 has been the subject of heated debate, as well as a relentless quest by adventurers, scientists, and explorers.

The document is written in Portuguese and is entitled "Historical Relation about an unknown and large settlement, the oldest, without inhabitants, which was discovered in the year 1753" ("Relação histórica de uma occulta e grande povoação antiguissima sem moradores, que se descopiu no anno de 1753" ). The document has 10 pages and is written in the form of a forwarding report; at the same time, taking into account the nature of the relationship between the author and the addressee, it can also be characterized as a personal letter.

Percival Harrison Fawcett was one of the most heroic personalities of the 20th century. The eminent British archaeologist became famous for his expeditions to Latin America... Perhaps not everyone is able to spend almost sixty years of their life most in wanderings and in military service.

Fawcett went on an expedition in 1925 in search of this city (he called it the lost city "Z"), which he believed was the capital ancient civilization created by immigrants from Atlantis.

Others, such as Barry Fell, believed that the strange symbols that were seen in the city were the work of the Egyptians from the time of Ptolemy. In addition, the city has a lot of evidence from the times of the Roman Empire: the Arch of Constantine, the statue of Augustine. The following are excerpts from this document.

The entire Fawcett expedition did not return, and her fate remained forever a mystery, which soon overshadowed the very secret of the lost city.

The subtitle of the document says that a group of Bandeirants ("Indian hunters") spent 10 years wandering through the interior unexplored regions of Brazil (sertans) in order to find the legendary "lost mines of Moribeki".

The document tells how the detachment saw mountains sparkling with numerous crystals, which caused the amazement and admiration of the people. However, at first they failed to find a mountain pass, and they camped at the foot of mountain range... Then one negro, a member of the detachment, chasing a white deer, accidentally discovered a paved road passing through the mountains.

Ascending to the top, the Bandeyrants saw from above a large settlement, which at first glance was mistaken for one of the cities on the coast of Brazil. Descending into the valley, they sent scouts to learn more about the settlement and its inhabitants, and waited for them for two days; a curious detail is that at this time they heard the crowing of roosters, and this made them think that the city was inhabited.

Meanwhile, the scouts returned with the news that there were no people in the city. Since the others were still not sure of this, one Indian volunteered to go on reconnaissance alone and returned with the same message, which after the third reconnaissance was already confirmed by the entire reconnaissance detachment.

At dusk, they marched into the city, weapons at the ready. Nobody got caught by them or tried to block the way. It turned out that the road was the only way to get to the city. The entrance to the city was a huge arch, on the sides of which there were smaller arches. On the top of the main arch was an inscription that was impossible to read due to the height of the arch.

Behind the arch was a street with large houses, the entrances of which were made of stone, on which there were many different images that had darkened with time. With caution, they entered some houses, which did not have traces of furniture or other traces of a person.

In the center of the city there was a huge square in the middle of which stood a tall column of black granite, on top of which stood a statue of a man pointing with his hand to the North.

At the corners of the square there were obelisks, similar to Roman ones, which had significant damage. On the right side of the square stood a majestic building, apparently the palace of the sovereign. On the left side were the ruins of a temple. The surviving walls were painted with frescoes decorated with gilding, reflecting the life of the gods. Most of the houses behind the temple were destroyed.

In front of the ruins of the palace ran a wide and deep river with a beautiful embankment, which in many places was littered with logs and trees brought by the flood. From the river, there were canals and fields overgrown with beautiful flowers and plants, including rice paddies, on which large flocks of geese were found.

After leaving the city, they three days downstream, until they came to a huge waterfall, the sound of the water of which could be heard for many kilometers. Here they found a lot of ore containing silver and apparently brought from a mine.

To the east of the waterfall there were many large and small caves and pits, from which, apparently, ore was mined. In other places, there were quarries with large cut stones, some of them had inscriptions similar to the inscriptions on the ruins of a palace and a temple.

A cannon shot in the middle of the field was a rural house about 60 meters long with a large porch and a staircase made of beautiful colored stones leading to Big hall and 15 smaller rooms decorated with beautiful frescoes and an indoor pool.

After several days of travel, the expedition split into two groups. One of them downstream met two white men in a canoe. They had long hair and were dressed in European style. One of them, named Joao Antonio, showed them a gold coin found in the ruins of a farmhouse.

The coin was quite large and showed a figure of a man kneeling, and on the other side a bow and arrow and a crown. According to Antonio, he found the coin in the ruins of a house, which was apparently destroyed by an earthquake, which forced the residents to leave the city and the surrounding area.

Some of the pages of the manuscript are generally impossible to read, including a description of how to get to this city due to the poor condition of the sheets of Manuscript 512. The author of this diary swears that he will keep it secret, and especially information about the location of abandoned silver and gold mines and gold-bearing veins on the river.

The text contains four inscriptions copied by the Bandeyrants, executed in unknown letters or hieroglyphs: 1) from the portico of the main street; 2) from the portico of the temple; 3) from a stone slab that covered the entrance to the cave near the waterfall; 4) from the colonnade in a country house.

At the very end of the document, there is also an image of nine signs on stone slabs (as you might guess, at the entrance to the caves; this part of the manuscript was also damaged). As noted by the researchers, the given characters most of all resemble the letters of the Greek or Phoenician alphabet (sometimes also Arabic numerals) in shape.

Fresh review

I will continue to publish photos taken German tourist in Almaty in December 2013. Everything about the upper districts of the city will be here (well, or almost everything - something will be included in the next review). And without any special details: all the beautiful multi-storey buildings, everything is clean and beautiful. In general, what our authorities want to show tourists. And of course the Independence Monument will be detailed.

The first photo is the TV Center on Mira-Timiryazeva. The building is really very beautiful.

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Of course, if you look at the map, then in the center of Sharjah there is not a lake, but a bay connected to the sea by a long and not very wide sleeve. But local guides for some reason call it the "lake". There is not much to write about, a lot of photographs and panoramas. I went out to him by accident. The heat was 45 degrees, so it was deserted - normal people do not walk in such weather.

Surprisingly, with such heat, which lasts not one or two days, but almost all year round, everything around is pretty green. Here is the first photo on this topic.

According to excursion program, which we were provided with in Alma-Ata, on the second day there should be an acquaintance with Tbilisi. But it didn't work out that way. The host side had their own ideas for organizing excursions. And on this day we went to the Borjomi gorge. In principle, we didn't care where to go first, so we weren't upset. Moreover, we were not one of our hotel in the excursion minibus. The guide warned that the tour will be long and you need to have money in local currency with you, because lunch is not included in the price of this trip, and there may not be ATMs or exchange offices on site. And our transport went through the streets of Tbilisi, collecting tourists from other hotels. So our acquaintance with the city continued at least from the bus window.

I've always wanted to see Switzerland. But after listening to friends who have already been there or even live there, as well as having read all the ratings of the most expensive cities of the world (for example, according to the rating of the Swiss bank UBS in 2018, Zurich is in first place), Switzerland somehow scared me off Well, the mountains, well, the architecture ... - In Almaty, there are also mountains, and in Germany in any city there is architecture. Suddenly in Switzerland a mixture of Germany and Almaty, but at the price of an airplane? It is not interesting

But the company I work for has a contract with the University of Zurich - UZH, and since the beginning of 2018 I was lucky enough to visit this city several times - mostly business trips, but once I even went there as a tourist When I started writing an article , there were not very many photos, because during business trips around the city you can't take a walk - from work to the hotel, in the morning back. But over these several times, they have accumulated enough for a couple of articles. So, the article is numbered uno.

One more remarkable place nearby is called Carbon Canyon Regional Park. And it is remarkable for its grove, it even leads to it hiking trail, along which we, in fact, walked. This park belongs to the neighboring town of Breya (as it is called in Russian on the Google map, and in their language Brea). But I'll start from the beginning, we were brought up to this beginning of the trail by car, and then we set off on foot, although not everywhere it looked like a terrenkur.

I heard about whether national park, or about the geological reserve, which is located near the town of Obzor, in the neighboring village of Byala, and which is called "White Rocks". I rented a car and went to see what it was. Firstly, Byala turned out to be not a village, as everyone calls it in Obzor, but a normal one. tourist town, the size of the same Obzor, which became a city in 1984. Secondly, the name Byala is translated as "White" and this name just comes from this natural monument - "White Rocks".

In this review, I will tell you how to get there and what is there, beautiful or interesting. And in the next - about the museum and about the rocks from a more scientific point of view.

In general, it is believed that Sharjah is such a not very cool emirate. Well compared to Dubai. But apparently recently Sharjah has pulled up a lot in terms of building new beautiful skyscrapers.

Well, again, by the time we rode around Sharjah, we had not yet been to Dubai, and therefore Sharjah seemed to us quite cool in terms of development. I've seen enough multi-storey cities - this is both, and, and even a new one, but Sharjah wins in terms of the density of skyscrapers. Maybe in this parameter it can be compared with it, but in Urumqi the skyscrapers are quite unpretentious - in architecture they are similar to monochrome boxes, not all, but many. And here everything is different, modern, unique.

There isn't much to write about. Therefore, basically, just photographs, the bulk of which are made from a moving car, therefore with glare.

Gibichenstein Castle was built during the early Middle Ages, between 900 and 1000 years. At that time, he was of very important strategic importance not only for the Magdeburg bishops, whose residence was until the castle was built, but also played an important role in all imperial politics. The first written mention dates back to 961. Built on a high cliff above the Saale River, about 90 meters above sea level, on the site where the main Roman road once passed. In the period from 1445 to 1464, at the foot of the castle rock, the Lower Castle was also built, which was intended to serve as a fortified courtyard. Since the transfer of the episcopal residence to Moritzburg, the so-called Upper Castle began to decline. And after the Thirty Years War, when it was captured by the Swedes and burned out, in which almost all buildings were destroyed, it was abandoned altogether and was never restored. In 1921, the castle was transferred to the city property. But even in such a ruined form, it is very picturesque.

This review about the Review will be great, and perhaps not the most interesting, but it seems quite beautiful. And it will be about greenery and flowers.

The Balkans in general and Bulgaria in particular are generally quite green areas. And the pastoral views are gorgeous here. But in Obzor, greenery is mainly in parks, although there are also vegetable gardens, as you can see in the middle of this report. And at the end, a little about wildlife in and around the city.

At the entrance to the city from the side of Varna, a gorgeous flower bed is laid out, which is very difficult to see on the go. But on foot it turns out that there is written "Obzor" in flowers, and in some stylized Slavic font.

Tri-City Park is located in Placencia, bordered by Fullerton and Brea. All these settlements are part of Orange County, southern California. For all the time that we have been here, we have not figured out where one city ends and another begins. And, probably, it is not so important. They are not very different in architecture and their history is about the same, and parks are in close proximity. We also went to this one on foot.

Actually, of course, at first I thought that Humpy would the last city, about which I will write a story from this trip, because I did not like much there. But now the emotional memories were dispelled, only physical memory remained and it was, damn it, beautiful there. Now just look at the pictures, so together we'll see :)

We went to Hampi right after Goa. Apparently the contrast of everything - both people and the situation and the weather - was so great that it all knocked me out. Of course, ordinary tourists are very happy to drive there, because it is really interesting to see "real India" too. Unfortunately, I didn't see real India there. Neither the city, nor especially the people, look like ordinary Indians. Everywhere everything is captured, business is done on everything, no mercy for the traveler. At least in the center of the town this is exactly the case, but in the nearby villages it is probably better, but we did not get there, I'm afraid my foot will never be there.

What is this small town in the jungle famous for? It’s impossible to get to it humanly, it’s somewhere on the outskirts. Moreover, it is possible to enter it on purpose, tk. to go by somewhere and drop in will not work, tk. the place is not terribly convenient.

The first thing that catches your eye when approaching the city is the huge stones! They say that these are rocks, but they do not remind me at all of them, maybe they were once and fell asleep ...

There are also rice fields all over the place. Juicy green color, a joy for the eyes!

The truth is not much of a joy for the body. There are millions of mosquitoes because of the heap of swamps. In fact, definitely not less. Because there were several hundred of them in our tiny room. For the first time in my life, I checked out a mosquito net, made a wigwam for myself, and God forbid at least one crack, an attack cannot be avoided. They just dug their noses into this mesh and tried to reach our blood. We were not in the room at all, even just to sit and relax, we went to a nearby chill-out restaurant.
And at night frogs went out hunting and croaked at the top of their lungs, there were a lot of them too, but I liked this natural "music" :)

We spent three days in Hampi. Already on the first day I intended to make my legs from there, but tickets were already bought with departure from a neighboring city. I had to endure and get used to it, running ahead I will say that I got used to it.
We settled on the other side of the river. We went back and forth by boat for 10 rupees.

On the first day, early in the morning, having swum to the main bank, we saw how an elephant was being washed very close by! Naturally, they rushed to the place where a whole horde of foreigners had already gathered.

It turns out that this is an elephant from a nearby temple and they strip her here every morning.

Indians take morning baths right there, a couple of meters away.

And the Russians, damn it, do not want to go into the river if the poodle has bathed next to it :)

There is a lot of traffic on the main street.

You will not do all the work early in the morning, then you will simply fry in the sun. I still have a trail of burnt skin on the collar of the shirt I wore that day. Then we decided to have time to go around a lot of things at once, damn it, I just didn't become a firebrand.

Elegant characters are already walking near the temple (so that you take pictures of them and pay them money for this) and a lively trade begins.

Mmmm, there are such delicious bananas, I have never tasted anything better. In Russia, there was once an attempt to buy a banana, but a couple of bites were enough to realize that it was a pathetic fake. And there is a whole bunch of bananas for 10 rupees, you could live on them.

And not only to live, but also to feed others. Cows, for example.

On the photo is Lyubzik :)

Well, the monkeys, of course, did not refuse :)

This one, for the sake of a banana, even abandoned her guard post near the statue of the monkey God. And sometimes we have such hulks running right on the floor and carrying off our bunches of bananas.

And here is the very checkpoint that these macaques are guarding.

I assumed that Hanuman, the god of the monkeys, may have come about by mere chance. Once I heard, like from the island of Bali, that the main tough monkey helped to win the war. The ancient empire of Vijayanagar, which once stood here, was the Indian center, the north was already occupied by the Mughals. The Indians were constantly at war with the Mughals. Therefore, the legend fits well with this story. Only the legend said that the chief of the monkeys gathered a monkey army and went to fight the enemy. I just thought it was a fairy tale. And in fact, the monkey really could play some role. The first thing that came to mind was that some monkey accidentally jumped on the elephant, on which the general of the militant army was sitting, on the face, or somewhere else. Because of this, the elephant was shocked and made a fuss. The battle is lost, the monkey is held in high esteem :) Isn't it an option? The most interesting thing happened when I walked around this statue. Her face is a monkey, but the body is an elephant! Even the butt is a big elephant and the tail too. In general, I liked my theory :) Maybe someone knows a smart point of view why exactly a half-monkey half-elephant?
Khe-khe, we are distracted.

There are just dozens of these primates sitting nearby, many raging small ones jumping from boulder to boulder. Well, it is not at all surprising that this particular place was described by Kipling, in reality everything is still the same as in the story about Mowgli.

Suddenly, the guards of their god began to make a brutal sound. I would not even have thought that they could squeal like that. I looked at them with horror, to whom they react, whether it was me, it turned out to be a stranger's dog running past. By the way, there were other dogs nearby, but they seemed to be “their own”.

The dudes are the ancestors of Akela, no less, that's why they deserve respect from the monkeys :) They definitely have fresh wolf genes.

We decided that it was enough to already spin around the monkey kingdom, it would be time to move on
We climbed the mountain, from where a wonderful view opened up.

The stones themselves were no less impressive. These really remind me of the statues on Easter Island. As if they just wiped themselves with the wind and time.

A few more meters up the rocky paths and here it is - a lost city in the depths of the jungle, hidden among thousands of huge stones.

While we were climbing the mountain, we were dragged along by two shabby, but evidently cunning, old ladies. They overtook us a bit and sat down near some ruin. When we approached, they began, of course, to insistently invite us inside the supposedly temple of Hanuman (in fact, they themselves put the left altar in this hole). And then pay the grandmother for the entrance. Damn, the locals are terribly thoughtful here, which makes them terribly turn up.

But whole city for joy it was empty. There is no need to pay for anything, the entrance is everywhere, as there are ruins in the jungle, and are unnecessary to anyone. It was there that I was filled with terrible joy and admiration. Such incredible antiquity, around gorgeous fluffy palms and I was literally transported into some kind of fairy tale, because so much has been told about great India, and here it is the heart of all these myths.

Many buildings and temples have survived. With all the pictures on the walls, columns and places, even some kind of stone furniture.

Here, for example, is the most beautiful gate located near the main entrance.

And outside these gates there is a huge platform for the landing of the aircraft of the royal procession, not otherwise.

I have already gained experience from humanoid friends and myself climbed to the top of the colonade :)

And now again a story from Masha, even a little bit of a horror story.
In a dark-dark palace, there is a dark-dark corridor, in which there are dark-dark stairs.
I got up one such ladder, not even seeing it, only feeling it. She began to back away, choosing an angle for the frame and almost fell somewhere back, what depth there was is not clear, a black abyss. She stopped at the edge, set the shutter speed for a few seconds and tried to hold her breath. Something even appeared to be quite light, in fact, the darkness there was at least gouged out.

But from too quiet silence, because I even stopped breathing, the surrounding sounds became audible. Some squeaks, hiss, scratches. Considering that Lyubakha was wandering somewhere on the street and in the whole huge building I was alone, then my nerves began to fail, I decided that it was a snake. From the dark room, I was scrambling. But damn interesting. Rather, I thought nearby that it might not be a snake, but bats, and immediately as confirmation I heard an almost ultrasonic squeak. There was only one way to check - to take a photo with a flash, hoping that the herd of Batman would not rush at me. Again she wandered into darkness and prepared to quickly take a picture and run :)
And then my theory was confirmed.

I know that the photo is not very attractive, but I wanted to tell you =)
By the way, the flash did not wake them up. I even called Lyuba to arrange a photo session and she managed to make several shots of a pair of mice “blindly” up close.

After wandering among the old chorus of Indian rulers, we went aimlessly. After a while we came out to the same river, along which we cross every morning, only downstream. Well, here again the laundry and washes.

The fishermen first jam the fish by hitting the water with a stick, and then they spread the nets.

A little further, the boys offered to take us a couple of meters away on the same "plate", but they wanted a few hundred rupees, so we sent them away.

By this time, a skull was so baked for us that we could barely crawl and thought which ways would be shorter to get back to the center.

Having looked at these stones with modern art for the last time, they wanted to turn back ...

But then, on almost plasticine stones, we met white people and said that we had forgotten to see even the most interesting, but it seemed to be not far ahead. "Yo-mine!" - I thought, but there is nothing to do, it was impossible to leave it for another day, tk. there is still a lot to see in Hampi.
White people went ahead of us, but we were left in thought and with dreams of at least a Panama hat. Soon goats galloped merrily over the stones.

Well, since even the goats are going in that direction, then okay, we'll trample too.

We went to some strange building, like with a stupa at the top.

There the Indians washed their children. And it was only the children who did not climb into the water themselves. Something local photographers gathered with an interesting ancient technique (no, not made of stone :)). We decided that there was some kind of event here. There were even thoughts that this type of baptism could be some kind of ceremony.

The grandmother sat with the youngest granddaughter on a nearby stone and watched with pleasure the water procedures of the other children.

Then we got to the most interesting thing that the white people promised us, but there we were not impressed by anything. I still did not understand the difference between that free empty zone, where you walk on your own as much as you like, and this place where the main temples are closed, and the entrance costs 250 rupees. Where heaps of pesky merchants and small children disguised as gods scurry, it's a common place for tourists. I didn't get high, there are no photos from there.

On the way back, we saw a stone that the locals cut to build something. The technology is simple: they make holes in a circular direction with some kind of stake, and then the stone is split into two parts. Then one of the parts is punctured again, and so on.

There are many such "sawn" stones in Hampi. Most likely the materials are supplied even in neighboring cities if not much further than bad business.

The next day we wanted to be in two different places. One is in the direction of the famous elephants, and the second is on a completely different side, but no less famous Hanuman Temple.

Since it is necessary to move to Mount Hanuman at sunset, at sunrise we went to the elephants. And then they began to cheat us again. First, the rickshaw asked for a maniac sum - 50 rupees for a couple of kilometers. Broke down, agreed, after making sure that for two. All the way he hovered our brain, that it is better for 300 rupees he will show and tell everything. Excursion type for 4 hours. We explain to him that for these 4 hours we will be spinning only around one ruin, because We walk for a long time and in general I want to see everything for ourselves, so that someone does not stand over my soul. No, he still gets his fucking excursion in. We arrived at the place, thanked, said that the tour was not needed, but we didn’t have any money without change, so I gave him one hundred rupees and I’m waiting ... He put it in his pocket and doesn’t even itch to take something else there. I actually ask where is 50 rupees. And he says that this was the price for one person. Since I had already figured out Humpy by this time and this garbage got me in order, I told the rickshaw that it wasn’t good, they agreed differently, because I clarified, and he confirmed. Let him go through the forest, I will not get out of his cart, we will wait at least until evening, I am in no hurry, and he will miss other clients.
The nasty little peasant could not stand it all the same after a few minutes and gave us the change, sending us goodbye, and we thanked him in the same way.

The mood deteriorated and I was upset about antiquities.
Nevertheless, it was surprising that Mughal buildings are so close to the Indian empire.

We went up to this turret. There was a pood lock on the grate, but it was not locked. We opened the door and climbed the old steps. All the walls, as usual, are covered by tourists who wanted to make their name as a vandal in history.

The Muslims are getting closer than I expected. We lived literally next door.

And then another unsightly side of Humpy's greed was revealed. Builders are working everywhere.

Do you think they are restoring ancient buildings or are they restoring something? No, they are building walls. For a couple of years, you won't see anything in Hampi for free.

If now it is still possible to simply walk somewhere, breathe in the atmosphere of real events of the past and feel the history, then very soon visitors will walk like in a museum with dinosaur skeletons. It seems that it was, but it is impossible to imagine.
It costs 250 rupees to enter EVERY fenced area. You can count dozens of them there, won't it be bold, eh? In general, here I again strengthened my point of view about the commercialism and disgust of the city.

Harmful to all prohibitions, they brazenly climbed over the fence, pushing past the barbed wire. There was a green meadow and a beautiful temple. We went inside through some side door. We left through the main entrance, the guards did not torture us. It's beautiful there, but the photos are boring and lifeless.
I'd better post an artist who was very serious and focused on his work.

This was not a seller of paintings, but a student. Apparently they came to practice in a group. there were a lot of people sitting there and everyone was painting something in watercolors.
By the way, in his picture you can see the Hindu temple, into which we made our way without asking. True, in reality it is even better.

Then we passed some stele, stone baths-pools of the former rulers, some more ruins, and by itself the road led us to the elephants. Finally! They were so beautiful in the pictures! But a guard blocked the road, demanding a ticket. It’s so strange, it’s okay to have a gate, otherwise the road goes and goes to these elephants. No box office, no barriers. What kind of ticket we ask, there weren't even ticket offices. He pointed in the opposite direction where we came from, along the wall for almost half a kilometer. By this time, more tourists with a child and an Indian couple approached, they were also deployed. Taking advantage of the moment, I made a shot of the elephants, though the angle is dumb, but like looking at them with one eye.

As expected, the ticket once again cost 250 rupees at the box office. We turned around and went from there, the Indians at that time shouted to us that tickets should be bought here, and we answered something like choke, take it yourself for such a price. As I understand it, only rickshaws bring up to this ticket office, if you go yourself, then it turns out in completely different ways. Not because it is shorter there, it is more interesting there, you can see what is not yet closed. If you go along this road, then you see only dry grass and walls growing on the sides, while their height is not great, but this is not for long.
For example, the already finished wall, along which we walked to the ticket offices of the elephants, was three meters, only in a few places it was possible to jump up and see the most boring well-groomed meadows with a couple of ruins.
A rickshaw wanted us from there, for a thousand rupees. Was it difficult to resist not to spit in his face? No, not difficult. By this time, I had already scored, I knew that it would be so, so I set myself up to walk in the heat of 40 degrees in the direct sun, on foot. The main thing for us was to get to the road, and there it is already possible to catch a bus from Hospet that is passing by.

How long was it short, but we got to the very road, at which there were still buildings that looked very decent, but with a free entrance. Lyubka galloped off to take pictures of the next walls, but I remained standing at the entrance, because I was already dying of boredom and there was no mood. At the entrance, the Goans also froze, also pondering whether to go or not to watch the same thing again. This outfit cannot be confused with anything :)

We, of course, went along the road, there was no point in waiting for the bus on the spot. It will go, it will go, no, it will not.

Soon a rickshaw full of Indians stopped and offered to take us for 10 rupees from the nose. Here is not a spoiled real rickshaw, for sure, and so raised the price for a white man, but not hundreds of times!

Needless to say, after all the "adventures" I arrived at the guest house angry and in no mood. You cannot rest in the room, there are hundreds of mosquitoes rushing and trying to torment you (the photo is not in the subject, but I like it).

The only salvation was our chill-out restaurant, it's just some kind of paradise. By evening, everyone from the surrounding area flocked to it, because it is impossible to think of a better place. You sit, even almost lie, yourself covered in pillows at low tables. Relaxing music is playing, Shiva and Ram are on the walls, dim lights, delicious momo ... In general, by sunset I relaxed, got smart and was ready to storm Mount Hanuman :)

At 5 p.m. a rickshaw had to drive up, with whom we agreed in the morning that for 300 rupees he would take us, wait and bring us. The uncle was different, the impression left a normal one, but that was even before we met the mischievous rickshaws. Exactly at 17.00 he was already waiting for us. Satisfied, we loaded onto his cart and set off.

Mount Hanuman was on our shore, so there was no need to swim anywhere. It turns out that the village was much here than it seemed initially. I don't know if this also applies to Hampi or not, but here is a simple rural Indian life and simple, not arrogant people. The impression was good.

You go, and along the banana thickets and rice fields, in the distance these huge stones, beauties!

Already climbed a bit.

The rickshaw stayed downstairs, we agreed that at 18.30 we would go down.

At the top of the mountain is the temple of Hanuman - the god of the monkeys.

The monkeys here are not as black-faced as we saw at the beginning at the ruins of the old city.

They were treated only to us. And with this, everyone who is not lazy brings food. They are stuck here. Bananas are put into your mouth for future use, look how much this fat slumber stuffed on the cheek :)

In the rays of the sunset, flags flutter on the temple.

And then the action begins, for the sake of which everyone climbed here - the sunset.

All comfortably settled on the stones warmed up during the day and relaxed.

Here I was again strained by one Indian, chatting at the top of his lungs on the phone. I seem to have endured it, but a whole crowd of young Indians came and made a clamor, like at a train station. I couldn't stand this any more, they don't see how everyone here relaxed, why it is necessary to arrange a bazaar, and they even did not care about the sunset. I hit the stone with my hand so that all my Indian bracelets rang and shouted "shut up!" Some Russian chuckled cheerfully, the rest of the tourists were also delighted, apparently religion did not allow them to say anything, I was the only impudent goat on this the holiest grief... The Indians, nevertheless, understood, at first they went somewhere and their chatter was almost not heard, then they completely disappeared.

Finally, the long-awaited silent calm has begun, in our mad world we so want to stop for at least a minute, there were a few whole minutes here, an indescribable luxury.

The sun was slowly sinking down, in no hurry, as is usually the case at sea, some pleasant music was flying over the whole world, clearly dedicated to Hanuman, which was turned on in the temple, lights were lit one after the other in the village and the last low rays illuminated the rice fields and banana groves. It was worth coming here for this, yeah.

After sunset, everyone went downstairs in unison. Black-faced monkeys immodestly sat on the stones :)

I met this one. Took to gently shake her paw. At this time, elderly Russian aunties were descending, clearly arriving on a guided tour from Goa. The girl-guide reproached me that it is impossible to do this, these are wild animals, they will eat me, and in general, once touched the infection, then I will not turn back. Damn it, fuck you with your fucking theory! I first looked into the eyes of the monkey, she also looked at me intently, at first I just extended my hand without touching, she did not remove her paw, then she carefully took her paw and, as it were, greeted, shaking her hand up and down, for a few more seconds she held her paw , and then gently pulled it out of my handshakes. Everything. I didn't touch her anymore, we more than understood each other well. It is not only people who can be read by their eyes and gestures. If I lived according to the theory of these tourists, I would never have gotten out anywhere in my life, dying of correctness and boredom.

But the story is not over yet! I know I got it with my bikes, but damn it, when we went downstairs, the rickshaws did not find. He's gone! We weren't late, no. True, we haven't paid him any money yet, at the end we agreed. We decided to wait a bit. Then one dude with a greasy face drove up, said that his brother, that he would take us for free. It got me, I know yours for free, hang yourself for 10 rupees. They replied that we would not go anywhere with him. Then he began to attach the second, said that he was a friend of that and would take us and there was no need to pay, and then I had unpleasant memories of the rickshaw in the morning. I got up nervously and told everyone to fail, and we would go on foot. Yes, damn it, through all the rice fields, banana groves and old village when it got dark. As soon as we started, a third drove up and said that he was his younger brother and would take us. “Younger brother” almost got a hat and even his calls to our rickshaw didn’t convince us.
We walked for about 10 minutes, when we met our rickshaw, who was in a hurry in this direction, he was informed by other rickshaws about our action. It is unlikely that he came to save the poor lost sheep in the wild jungle, he forgot to remove the skin of the money from the sheep, they must not be let go. We walked demonstratively for a few more minutes, without sitting in his wreck. He ran after us, persuading. We replied that once he threw, we pay him not 300, but 200 rupees. He broke down, but agreed, because at least something. He ran after his tarantula and drove up to us. We loaded up and the wicked ones drove off. All the way to the village he worked on us at the expense of 300 rupees, but then ... If it seemed to you that before that I was angry, noooo, I was just in a bad mood, but then I went berserk. I didn’t let this rickshaw insert a word, I burst out so loudly that I heard everyone we passed by, I broke off on this unfortunate man for everyone who had ever deceived me in India, even for those who did it back in my previous trip. In general, the uncle received his 200 rupees without uttering a word. Will no longer throw pale-faced people and break agreements. And then you are smart-ass, they think we will get scared and sit down to at least someone at least for how long just to get there! The wrong ones were attacked, urrrooods.

In general, I finished my story about Humpy like this again, not very fun, but it really was like that, according to my impressions. At first, I could not recall this place without disgust at all. Now nothing has been forgotten, but I no longer take it to heart, it was and it was, but it has passed.

The place is generally beautiful and wonderful, it's still great to rent a scooter there and drive everything on your own. Bicycles are very cheap, and modern comfortable European type, not Indian with a handlebar at the pedals. You just need to keep up, soon everything will be built up with walls and there will be nothing left for the ordinary traveler. They are mainly guided by the price range for money tourists from Goa. It is a pity that such a legacy will be distorted and turned into something similar to what the Egyptian authorities did with the pyramids :(

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Oddly enough, but often residents leave entire cities, they are overgrown with grass and rot. Often this withdrawal is caused by war or natural disaster. The city becomes a kind of time capsule, because it remains in the state in which its owners left it. Many of lost cities were found, others have remained a legend. This top 10 can be called in different ways and abandoned cities, abandoned cities, lost cities, disappeared cities, city of legend, etc. but whatever you call it greatest cities which have left their mark on history forever.

10. City of Caesars

Also known as The eternal City and the City of Patagonia. It was never found, but presumably it is in the south. South America, in the region of Patagonia. It was founded by Spanish travelers who were shipwrecked off the coast of South America. Lots of legends surrounds the city: someone talks about mountains of gold, someone says that the city was inhabited by 10-foot giants, someone claims that this is a city of ghosts that appear and disappear.

9. Troy

Sung in the poems of Homer, Troy was previously somewhere on the territory modern Turkey... It was a developed and well-armed city with a reliable security system. Its coastal location has allowed it to become major port, and the nearby plains allowed the development Agriculture... The remains of Troy were first discovered in 1870 by Heinrich Schliemann. Despite the fact that the excavations of Troy have since been often suspended and plundered, the scale is impressive today.

8. Lost City of Z

Supposedly located in the jungle of Brazil, the city of Z was the basis of a well-known advanced civilization. The intricate network of bridges, roads and temples excites the imagination. Rumors of its existence have been going on since 1753, when portuguese sailor wrote a letter claiming that he had visited the city. In 1925, explorer Percy Fawcett and several groups that went in search of him disappeared.

7. Petra

Perhaps the most beautiful of all the cities on this list. Petra is located in Jordan near Dead sea and was formerly the center of the Nabataean trade caravan. The most striking is its architecture - the temples are carved right into the rocks and the surrounding mountains. The city was built in 100 BC. and as studies show, he achieved many technological advances: dams, cisterns and much more helped him to survive during floods and droughts. After the conquest by the Romans and the earthquake in 363 AD. the city fell into decay, and soon became abandoned city... Petra stood in the desert until 1812.

6. Eldorado

Ostensibly located in the jungles of South America, a golden city ruled by a powerful king, and locals rich in gold and precious stones... Many expeditions obsessed with this idea lost and died in the jungle... The most famous of these was organized in 1541 by Gonzalo Pizarro, who led a group of 300 soldiers and several thousand Indians. They did not find any evidence of the existence of the city, many died from the epidemic, hunger and attack by the natives.

5. Memphis

Founded in 3100 BC, Memphis was the capital ancient egypt, and served as the administrative center of civilization for hundreds of years before losing influence with the rise of Thebes and Alexandria. At its peak, the population of Memphis exceeded 30,000 - the most Big city antiquity. The location of the city was lost until Napoleon's expedition discovered it in the 1700s. due to the subsequent growth modern cities, many parts of Memphis are lost.

4. Angkor

Angkor in Cambodia was the center of the Khmer empire from 800 to 1400 AD. AD The region was abandoned after gradual decline, which ended with the invasion of the Thai army in 1431, leaving massive cities and thousands Buddhist temples without a single inhabitant in the jungle. The city remained relatively untouched until the 1800s, when it was discovered by a group of French archaeologists. Angkor and its surroundings are recognized as the largest pre-industrial city in the world, and its famous Angkor Wat temple is considered the largest religious monument in existence.

3. Pompeii

The Roman city of Pompeii was destroyed in 79 AD during the eruption of Vesuvius, who buried him under 60 feet of ash and stone. The city was estimated to have a population of about 20,000 and was considered one of the best luxury resorts for the Romans. The ruins of the city remained intact until the 1700s, when it was reopened in 1748 by workers building a palace for the King of Naples. Since then, excavations have not stopped there.

2. Atlantis

Today it is already argued that Atlantis is nothing more than a myth, but at one time it was the main and at the same time the attraction of gold miners from all over the world. The city was first mentioned in 360 BC. in the writings of Plato as a developed civilization, a powerful naval city. According to some scientists, Atlantis conquered almost all of Europe before sinking under water as a result of an ecological disaster. This legend of a technologically advanced city full of treasures has captured the imaginations of many writers and would-be adventurers. But none of the expeditions aimed at finding him was found.

1. Machu Picchu

Of all lost cities that have been found and studied, perhaps there is nothing more mysterious than Machu Picchu. Isolated near the Urubamba Valley in Peru, the city remained hidden from human eyes until 1911. The city is divided into districts and includes over 140 different structures. It is said to have been built in 1400 by the Incas and abandoned by them less than 100 years later, most likely after its population was destroyed by smallpox brought from Europe. Many legends have developed around the city. Someone claims that the whole city is a holy temple, others claim that it was used as a prison, but recent studies show that, most likely, the city was the property of the Inca emperor Pachacuti. And the place was chosen based on the astrological mythology of the Incas.