Ghost mountaineer (Must alpinist)

In January 1989 went as a group of students from the Soviet Estonia

to Siberia, to the Buriat mountains, to find adventure and nephritis.

Strangely, the event is not haunted me in my dreams.

In 25 years, I may have seen a panorama of mountains once.

I was with strange people.

Large areas and emptiness. White snow. Nothing.

The group had not met very many times.

This particular group had never walked together.

It was a difficult task. Really difficult.

GHOST MOUNTAINEER Based on true events

And now... Smile!

Let's go!

It was wonderful at first. A little snow and easy to attack.

The weather was amazingly warm.

The group consisted of geology students.

There was Olle, geologist and team leader.

His classmate Anne,

and so Margus, which we called "Muscle Man".

In some way the leader had managed to attract the

a blond first-year medical student, Inge.

There was a bit of romance in the air...

Put your feet properly, so it is easier to walk.

I, Eero, and my friend Indrek, studying not geology.

We studied biology, and it's something completely different.

But we heard that they needed people in the group, so we hung out with.

An important part of a hiking trip is the train ride there.

It is five days together in a small cabin.

A week earlier

Do not touch the salt with your fingers or eggs!

Trans-Siberian express train Moscow-Irkutsk

We go through this. Cross is a mountain pass.

This is where we can go over the ridge into the next valley.

Here is a canyon and there is nephritis. Very beautiful.

If I think about the non-existent map, we went there with...

It was a black and white map with some ditritade mountain.

It was a voyage basis.

Geologists!

Why are you in dry dock? Is that Brezhnev's funeral?

Doctor! What was your name again?

I do not remember!

I'm crappy at remembering girl name.

Inge. You know that.

Damn, that name does not fit you. You should be called something else.

Marleen...

Dr. Marlene Dietrich.

What hair! Did you bring this woman on a hiking trip?

Ignore him.

Full biologists.

What? The map is also thirsty.

-Olle, what if I interactivity Fix It? -You do.

I will help you. There are two awesome weeks.

You will see.

Walking day number six

Tunkbergen, eastern Siberia, Buryatia. 6300 km from Estonia.

Inge... What happened?

Why you looking for? -I can not take anymore.

We took the wrong road.

Take off your backpack. Take on this.

We have to get to the woods before dark.

It's warmer there. I can not continue.

Eero!

Why did you bring us? Shall we continue?

We have to share a few things from Inge's backpack.

Fuck him.

Anne, put this in your bag.

Why do you stand there, come here! Where is Margus?

Hell!

Before, it was snowing out there, now it's snowing inside too.

I do not understand why we have not found the first mountain pass in six days.

Marleen, your guy can not seem to read the map.

I feel you. Your first trip and this chaos.

It's usually not like this.

-Laviner. -Far away. Here is some snow.

We can go through there. There we have our passports.

-Are you sure? -Obvious. We will go through tomorrow.

If we go wrong once we give up.

I do not go home without nephritis. You have been invited by strange people.

No one else wanted to come along.

Olle, the map may be wrong. It's not your fault.

Look! Look!

It touched the foot.

Come on, give here.

Geologists were very serious.

I do not remember someone said that I was good.

I received no praise at all.

What is the fucking mountain pass out?

We need to continue. It's up here. Come on!

We made it!

We are kings!

Marleen, what are you waiting for? Look how beautiful it is!

The last member is here!

Now I really regret that Olle found the first mountain pass.

What are they here for?

Shamanism. To contact the spirits and other worlds.

If you sacrifice something of a sacred place

Get a bright future and evil can not take one.

Think someone on that shit? - If you do that, Anne?

Well then...

Then we stay overnight in a holy place.

Klutz!

It is enough.

Add a little more.

There is a very nice place near. Should we watch it together?

It is not far away.

-inge... What?

Neck or you?

I thought we could go there.

I can not go anywhere anymore. It's just too hard.

Shit you there?

Maybe it hurts a little.

-Who wants tea? -I.

Damn, that's never happened before.

The foot will rest for the night.

Maybe we should skip the canyon?

We are behind the plan anyway. Then we would come home on time.

Do not start. We came here nephritis, not to sing.

I came here to sing.

-What is it? The wind.

-heard you? -Skorstenen...

It was so quiet, and so was the wind.

No, it is not the wind.

Did you hear?

I know what it is. I know why it hangs bands out there.

Here, in these mountains...

A mountaineer disappeared long ago.

No one noticed that he had disappeared. And now he walks around.

Around here.

He's looking for walkers to take revenge on.

He was black with rage.

When you meet him, it happens something.

He looks at you... Here.

And that's the end.

That's all.

For he is no longer something face.

You can not tell such stories. Everything can be told.

-Not in the mountains! He always says that.

It's just a fairy tale.

Look at him.

A sleeping genius. Quiet, now will it.

The haunting climber.

Walking day number eleven.

Where's the alcohol? What?

In your bag.

Bowl! For a successful day.

Marleen fell type 70 times, but it is not.

I thought I would die today.

-Olle, come here. Where the hell is the fire?

It is here. Let it go. We take a glass first.

I drink when we arranged it here. -Damn.

None has been preparing the wood for the stove!

What are you waiting for? It will be dark soon.

Hell!

Do not thrust upon her.

Is that understood?

It was sometime mid-journey

we noticed that Olle was almost completely silent.

He barely spoke to us.

We went to nefritkanjonen.

Nephritis is easy to form, but to break the...

My tip hack broke but I got off a single bit.

Stop.

I told you it was useless to go here.

A mountain full of nephritis, but we must not loose anything.

Hell!

Everything breaks down! Spetshackan, the fucking legs!

Like a fucking curse!

Margus, it's a curse.

Come here and feel! The water is warm.

-Cool! How is that possible? It comes from within the mountain.

We swimming. The water is warm. -Listen, you, come here.

Olle!

Damn, Olle, it is nephritis.

It is.

That is extra cool.

You gonna take all the stones to you? -It's done.

What should you do with them?

You can not wear them. You limping. -And?

I thought nephritis would be more beautiful.

A gemstone that glitters is not...

It is not precious stones, but semi-precious...

Honestly, this is the usual meaningless green stones.

I can take that kind of grandmother's potato country. It can not.

It is said that they can change a person's life...

You are not interested in anything.

I do not know what you are doing on our faculty.

I am a geneticist Anne.

Not someone who smells of flowers or investigating älgskit.

Or someone who picks stones. This senseless stone is enough for me.

Father and air... Meaningless little stone.

What is it with him again? -Leave him alone.

Walking day number 16th

We have to go back a bit, around the hillside.

We can not go straight down here.

It is 5 km.

The ice is weak down there. We are not equipped for this.

What kind of equipment we need?

What's down there? -A small waterfall.

Isbroddarna hold. Ints, take the rope and we'll try.

Just two cigarette left. Soon we smoke moss.

We try to camp earlier in the day.