The returnto Norilsk

Except for public figures, the names of people in this story have been changed for privacy.

The ninth chapter of the Putorana Plateau trip: the last day at the base. A sad day.

The last walk

After breakfast we filmed a video with a drone: we lay in the middle of a stone labyrinth. Genya, as always, barked at the drone.

Then Misha suggested a walk. He knows the area well, and we were allowed to go. We set off as a small party: me, Misha, Lena and Anya. We walked to the same little river as on the first day and sat on a rock. Anya and I hugged warmly. We didn’t want to let this place go, it was so great just sitting and admiring the views. We went back a different way, taking photos, picking and eating blueberries, and we could neither eat our fill nor get enough of the views. The weather was excellent: warm and sunny.

Goodbye

Then: packing the suitcase. The hovercraft was already waiting. We said goodbye to everyone, and I hugged everyone. When we pulled away, I shed a few tears. It was a wonderful time that passed very quickly, and I’m grateful to everyone for all the good vibes.

Back in Norilsk

We travelled back to Norilsk faster than on the way there: we left at 3:15 p.m., and I was in my hotel room by 7:42 p.m. Four and a half hours against seven.

I didn’t want to turn my mobile data back on. I wrote a couple of messages to my mum and friends, and turned it off again. In the evening the girls and I went out for dinner: we sat, chatted and shared our impressions.