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It would be strange if, at my age, I began and ended the topic of travel with a book by a sixteen-year-old Australian crazy girl who went around Earth on a solo circumnavigation of the world. The tenacity of a teenage girl, who sought and achieved something that not every adult and experienced person would dare to do, at one time became a sensation on the green continent, and even more so what happened in the book was wonderful for me. Did you achieve it? Survived? Back? Is it true? However…
Also, despite Jessica Watson's several storms, I found her journey...too easy. Therefore, having finished with one book, I set to work not as a girl, but as an adult man, no longer from sunny Australia, but from the shores of Sea of Azov.
As I guessed from the very beginning and now I can say with confidence, “My Travels” creates a kind of contrast with “The Power of Dreams” in almost everything, except perhaps admiration for the open spaces that opened up for both travelers. Perhaps someone will say that it is wrong to compare these books. And I partly agree with this, but... It just so happened that in my case one of them followed immediately after the other and in both a significant number of pages were devoted to solo sailing on a yacht around the world. To avoid any misunderstanding, I will say that I do not compare books, much less compare persons, but exclusively my impressions.
Age matters. “The Power of Dreams” was remembered, among other things, for its unadulterated teenage delight and spontaneity. Getting a charge of youthful energy is very good! But the years take their toll and, if we talk about travel, you want to go off into the distance with someone the same age or with someone who has an even greater wealth of knowledge and experience behind them. Fyodor Filippovich Konyukhov, remembering his forty-year-old self in 2015, came in handy in this regard!
“I dream of fantastic worlds! Close friends and my family often try to stop me. They say that it’s time to give up fantasy. Fantastic worlds do not exist - these are imagination and fiction! There are no longer undiscovered islands, there are no places where no person has set foot. "Only a schoolboy who has read adventure books can live the way you live. In my soul I understand and agree with my opponents. But in the depths of my consciousness there is still childhood left; over the years it does not leave my bodily shell. And I am glad of that." (With)
Not a small quote, but worth it! Let this be only my feeling, but I stubbornly see forty-year-old Fyodor Filippovich as a man in whose body it is as if there lives a village old man who is already quite tired of life, of the purest soul, and an eternally irrepressible young man, ardent for new impressions and testing himself for strength. And only the old man happens to yearn for home, for the peace of the family hearth, for his wife and children; native village Wrangel on the shore of the bay of the same name, when the same young man, already burning with a new journey, expedition or campaign, immediately pats him on the shoulder.
And no matter how tired the old man is, the young man will never allow him to stay in one place for a long time, to plunge into ordinary, petty vanity full of dirt. And while the inspired young man straightens his shoulders, the artist, for whom all long journeys are in no way a goal, but only a means, is quietly and peacefully waiting in the wings. A means that again and again gives inspiration to convey with pencil and paint to those who do not want or cannot leave their circle of comfort, the enthusiastic reverence Konyukhov has experienced many times before the beauty, grandeur and power of the world created by the Lord God!
“Many people think that an artist creates canvases while sitting in a warm studio. Not everyone is like that! I get my graphic sheets differently, my works are events that I have experienced and felt, these are my thoughts, my perception of the environment” (c)
If the book had only contained Konyukhov’s description of his inspiration and creative process, I would have finished the previous paragraph and moved on to a completely different topic. But I was lucky to read a publication on whose pages there were photo reproductions of the author’s paintings, whose content perfectly complemented the text. Of course, looking at monochrome images on a six-inch screen of an e-book is not at all the same as seeing in front of you a page of a paper book one and a half times larger in area, or even more so visiting a house-museum that has repeatedly surprised the world and broken a bunch of records, a traveler. In other words, “My Travels” is one of those books that, even in our electronic age, it would be better to purchase in classic paper form.
From a book of one voyage to a book of many paths. I have no idea whether Jessica, who has now become a young woman, will become famous for other records and achievements on land and sea, or whether the triumph of the conqueror of the elements and open spaces that happened in her youth will remain unique until the end of her life.
Once he has overcome all the obstacles on the way to his cherished goal, he deserves respect, but literally within a few years he conquered the mountains of Chukotka, then reached the North Pole, then sailed on a yacht on a solo trip around the world and continues to travel in all imaginable ways at the present time, I’m not afraid of that word, Amazing!
“To leave that call is to dry up like a pea pod.” (With)
Naturally, I knew about Konyukhov’s travels long before I got to “My Travels,” but it was thanks to the book that I discovered him as a real all-rounder, capable of going through fire, water and copper pipes, that is, ugh, through swamps and snow , rocks and waves raised by the storm to the skies! Madness in its purest form? Or the happiest of destinies? At least one of them? :)
Thanks and in spite of. Kindly supported first by her family, and then by a significant part of society, business and even politicians, the Australian schoolgirl went to the ocean spaces to prove her strength to skeptics and the elements. Our compatriot had to almost stealthily get from Russia to Australia, and then, with the money of one and only, judging by the text, sponsor, purchase a yacht, purchase the necessary things and depart along the route without any pomp or applause from the crowd. However, this is all empty, because the difference in time and mentality is obvious.
But what “My Travels” struck me with was the number of trials that befell the honored traveler and his yacht “Karaana”! I don’t know which of those who sailed around the world from Sydney to Sydney were more fortunate with the weather and which were less fortunate. But, if the battle with severe storms for the pink-painted, high-tech yacht was not only a short, but also not particularly significant in terms of time, stage of the journey, then the voyage of the “Karaana” controlled by Konyukhov is as if a test sent from above from successive testing man and ship to the breaking point of storms.
By the way, it was not by chance that I said about the equipped software last word technological progress owned by Jessica Watson "Pink Lady". Someone may disagree with me, but in my opinion, my teenage trip around the world did not turn into a tragedy, including because the course was repeatedly adjusted based on images obtained via the Internet from meteorological satellites. But Fedor Filippovich did not have such an opportunity in 1993 and used satellites exclusively to determine coordinates using the triangulation method.
Enjoying the moment and thinking about eternity.
Naturally, a teenage girl and an adult man, already quite wise in life, react differently to the obstacles that confront them, including life-threatening obstacles, successes in overcoming and loneliness in the vast expanses. Therefore, if “The Power of Dreams”, in full accordance with modern trends, glorifies initiative and tolerance by gender and age, then “My Travels” is a travel journal, exceptionally bright memories of a barefoot, rural childhood and the sacred awe of a believer before the beautiful and beautiful creation of the Lord God. at the same time terrible, because formidable, nature.
“People busy with worldly affairs usually look at each other, delve into other people’s lives, judge or try to change the lives of loved ones and never try to look at themselves from the outside. And traveling alone gave me this opportunity.” (With)
Of course, in each of his journeys he strives to achieve his goal and even his prayers to God are focused on the fact that the Lord will give him the courage to climb a mountain, reach the North Pole alone or with a group, sail around the world, and so on, so that, in the end, , “to raise the bar of human ability even higher than it was raised by my predecessors.”
And at the same time, having passed the fortieth birthday mark, he thinks more and more often about home, about his relatives, with whom he has to communicate in fits and starts every few months, about the large and small mistakes accumulated over four decades, and even about whether he is tempting God with your tenacity to go anywhere and everywhere?
Many, if not all, travelers periodically think and dream about a quiet home and a quiet life with those whom they have to leave in difficult anticipation every time. Someone dies on the next route, without having time, or perhaps simply not wanting, to turn off the path leading into the alluring unknown. Some people still manage to settle down, devoting themselves to their family, creating their own business, or taking over one of the helms of a large or small organization that is at least roughly involved in what they did before.
And let this be only my feeling, but if somehow it had happened that I knew absolutely nothing about Konyukhov and would have discovered him only now, in “My Travels,” I would say that, probably, in several years after the events described in the book, having completed several more risky expeditions, he finally calmed down and settled on his native shore of Wrangel Bay. Yeah! Why!
As soon as I typed a query into Google, materials about a successful solo voyage across Pacific Ocean on a rowing boat in 2013 - 2014 and a trip around the world in 2016 hot-air balloon in eleven days! And then I learned about Fyodor Filippovich’s plans to go on a rowing boat again, only this time not across the Pacific Ocean, but on a three-stage trip around the world. And again in a hot air balloon, only this time there are already two revolutions around the Earth! And in a hot air balloon to a height of 25 kilometers, into the stratosphere!
Someone will admire, someone will mix admiration with horror, someone will twirl their finger at their temple, sympathize with the family and friends of the damned madman and begin to swear: D But I simply have no words. I can’t right now, but in the near future I will definitely get to “My Travels. The next ten years,” and to other books by Konyukhov. My regards!
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In the Matachingaya mountains, Fedor almost died in an abyss; at the last moment he managed to catch a bracket on a glacier at the very edge. During a solo trip to the North Pole, he fell into an ice hole, got out on his own and continued his journey among endless ice fields. During his voyages around the world, he experienced severe storms, saw and felt the power of rogue waves and giant whales that could easily destroy the Karaana. During...
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In his new book, Fedor Konyukhov will talk about his first travels (from 1981 to 1994) in the mountains of Chukotka, about a solo trip to the North Pole, about the ascent to Everest, about the first circumnavigations on the yachts "Karaana" and "Formosa" and about the dangers that await a man who defied the elements.
On his travels, Fyodor Konyukhov always takes a notebook, a pen for diary entries and a pencil to draw pictures. Detailed notes contain the history of his travels and thoughts. They often resemble a gripping novel.
In the Matachingaya mountains, Fedor almost died in an abyss; at the last moment he managed to catch a bracket on a glacier at the very edge. During a solo trip to the North Pole, he fell into an ice hole, got out on his own and continued his journey among endless ice fields. During his voyages around the world, he experienced severe storms, saw and felt the power of rogue waves and giant whales that could easily destroy the Karaana. During a circumnavigation of the world on the Formosa, Philippine pirates stole a yacht from Fyodor Konyukhov, he single-handedly recaptured it from them and continued his circumnavigation.
Fyodor Konyukhov more than once promised himself to “live like other people,” but dreams and the desire to see this world and its beauty again and again force him to pack his backpack and hit the road, forgetting about the dangers. Today his travel schedule is planned 10 years in advance.
Who is this book for?
For those who are attracted by the wind of wanderings.
For those who want to find their calling, a big goal and the main dream of their whole life.
This book will help you believe in yourself and in your strengths and capabilities.
about the author
Fedor Konyukhov is the most famous Russian traveler, yachtsman, mountaineer, polar explorer. A descendant of Pomor fishermen from the Arkhangelsk province, he was born on December 12, 1951 on the shores of the Sea of Azov and by the age of 63 he had completed more than 50 unique expeditions. He has a large family - a wife, three children, six grandchildren - and many friends. Fedor Konyukhov knows how to dream, and he makes all his dreams come true, sometimes after 7, 10 or 30 years.
Fedor Konyukhov was the first to reach all five poles: the North (three times), the South, the Pole of relative inaccessibility in the Arctic Ocean, Everest (the height pole), Cape Horn (the yachtsman's pole).
The first Russian to complete the Grand Slam program (North Pole, South Pole, Everest).
He made four solo voyages around the world on a yacht, crossed the Atlantic fifteen times, once in a rowing boat.
Awarded the UNEP Global 500 Order for his contribution to protection environment. Winner of the UNESCO Fair Play Prize.
Most famous traveler, listed in the Chronicle of Humanity encyclopedia.
In 2014, he set another world record: he crossed the Pacific Ocean alone in a rowing boat in 159 days, 14 hours and 45 minutes.
4th edition, expanded.
Fedor Konyukhov
My travels
For reasons unknown to me, I was born not for an easy life, but to enjoy it through overcoming difficulties.
Fedor Konyukhov
Matachingai, the way to the top
Solo climb to the top of Mount Matachingay
Height - 2798 meters above sea level
Mysterious peaks
I have long been planning a solo ascent to some peak. I chose the mountains of Chukotka, Matachingai. And when the icebreaker “Moscow” introduced the ocean transport “Captain Markov” into the Gulf of the Cross, breaking the ice with its mighty stem, even then I was not disappointed in my decision.
This highest ridge Northeast Asia. Snowy peaks disappear into the clouds, it seems that Matachingai is securely closed from human eyes. This attracted me, I was convinced that I must definitely make the climb and see these mysterious peaks. And everything that will be revealed to me will be displayed in my paintings to show people.
Already on the second day after mooring the “Captain Markov” at the pier of the village of Egvekinot, I climbed a nearby mountain about a thousand meters high to warm up. I made my way to the very top and from there I saw the magnificent Etelkuyum Bay with Egvekinot. I set up a bivouac and started drawing. After the first lines appeared on a blank sheet of paper, I felt that it was blasphemy to draw the dazzling white contours of mountains with pencils. Literally everything was white - from the foothills to the peaks; there was no reminder of the color black. Overwhelmed by this whiteness and silence, I closed the album and went downstairs.
The beginning of the way
In the morning I left Egvekinot and went to the foot of Matachingay: I loaded the all-terrain vehicle with climbing equipment, a tent and food supplies for several days. Locals They expressed some concern about my idea of climbing to the top of the ridge alone, but I didn’t want to hear anything about taking anyone else with me. I was warned that at this time the snow on the peaks was unreliable, and they advised me to go only at night, when the frost holds the cornices. And I will follow this advice.
From here you may never return
I decided to climb the main ridge and follow it all the way to high point Matachingaya. Today I started climbing. There is a lot of snow below. It was hard to walk. Hot. And as soon as I stopped, I immediately began to freeze. I rose about two hundred meters and entered the fog, accompanied by fine snow, and felt that I did not have enough strength and calories to work at a fast pace.
The fact is that I have not yet rested from the previous expedition (in the Laptev Sea), where I was skiing with Shparo’s group. On a polar night with low temperatures, we skied 500 kilometers along the hummocks of the polar sea. I remember before, when I was going on any kind of hike or expedition, I prepared thoroughly - I trained, gained weight. But now, over the years, the desire to prepare has dulled. And there is no time. For the last few years I have been constantly on hikes or expeditions. I am not at home in Wrangel Bay for eight or nine months.
I decided to rest, made myself comfortable under the eaves and said to myself: “Still, Chukotka is incredibly beautiful.” He spoke in a whisper so as not to disturb the pristine silence. I refreshed myself with biscuits and waited until night fell on the ridge and it was possible to continue the ascent.
The snow began to fall quietly, the stones became slippery, I walked in great tension, knowing that mistakes were unacceptable. The frost intensified, the fur mittens were warm, but without them my hands instantly froze. I had to constantly cut down the steps: with one hand I drove the bracket to fasten the logs into the ice, then, holding on to it and maintaining balance, I worked with the ice ax. The muscles in my legs became numb from tension to the point of colic; stability was difficult. The sharp pricks of ice floes splashing into the face from under the ice ax complemented the unpleasant sensations.
A blow with an ice ax, another blow... The step is ready. I didn't look down. It is best to look at your feet or up - there stretched an ice ridge, sharp as a knife blade, covered with a thick gray veil of Chukchi fog.
In his new book, Fedor Konyukhov will talk about his first travels (from 1981 to 1994) in the mountains of Chukotka, about a solo trip to the North Pole, about climbing Everest, about the first circumnavigations on the yachts “Karaana” and “Formosa” and about the dangers that await a man who defied the elements.
On his travels, Fyodor Konyukhov always takes a notebook, a pen for diary entries and a pencil to draw pictures. Detailed notes contain the history of his travels and thoughts. They often resemble a gripping novel.
In the Matachingaya mountains, Fedor almost died in an abyss; at the last moment he managed to catch a bracket on a glacier at the very edge. During a solo trip to the North Pole, he fell into an ice hole, got out on his own and continued his journey among endless ice fields. During his voyages around the world, he experienced severe storms, saw and felt the power of rogue waves and giant whales that could easily destroy the Karaana. During a circumnavigation of the world on the Formosa, Philippine pirates stole a yacht from Fyodor Konyukhov, he single-handedly recaptured it from them and continued his circumnavigation.
Fyodor Konyukhov more than once promised himself to “live like other people,” but his dreams and desire to see this world and its beauty again and again force him to pack his backpack and hit the road, forgetting about the dangers. Today his travel schedule is planned 10 years in advance.
Who is this book for?
For those who are attracted by the wind of wanderings.
For those who want to find their calling, a big goal and the main dream of their whole life.
This book will help you believe in yourself and in your strengths and capabilities.
