Musala Peak 2925m, 13th Aug 2008
It was 3rd Aug 2008 we had crawled home from the station through the housing estate of Západ.
We already then felt that our legs, feet but chiefly minds needed a genuine rest. Previously we had conceived our The Alps Expedition 2008 as a rest. And so,
within a "by the seaside" vacation in Bulgaria, we, five crammed in the car, set off to climb Musala, the highest mountain in Rila as well as Bulgaria.
After 24 hour sauna in the car, we with the following make-up: Ivka The Seacravingfor, Maťo The Korky, Fero The Thrifty, Krto The Alwaysin, and me,
Miro The writing land our car in a pleasing ski resort Borovec, directly - not directly below the "grand" Musala. Directly, because nearest, not,
since still flipping distance far away, "grand" because it only could amaze you by a wrench of ankle.
However, I concede there had been various audacious plans: Alternative 1: we won´t go by the cableway.... at ease???? but we couldn´t have done that. Alternative 2:
I will run it up (I mean literally RUN)... OK, but someone else´s would be writning a momoir instead of this article.
And so we reach the summit of the tedious but quite steep cableway. We catch a glimpse of Musala right away and state: it´s fuck a long distance, isn´t it? And so was it.
We met three chalets along the way. In fact, the first was, the second might have been once (it had probably burnt down) and there´s a tin-roofed gem rising,
and the third is an avant-garde itself (see the photo). From there the ascent resembled a stroll below an electric line, since all that way is lined by a colonnade.
As could be anticipated, the summit is as well insipid, i.e. spacious and crowded by a one and a half of dozen of people.
We livened up our descent at least by a western treck along the crest, which turned out to be half an hour longer one. Some photos are worth be seeing, as the Krto´s and Fero´s Indian.