The wake-up scene was chaotic. In the middle of the night, Yuri went back to his fishing spot, a floating mansion we could spot from our squatted lakeside construction yard. Gilke and Tine went hiking up the mountains and found a beautiful spot under the purple blossoming trees with a view over the lake. The rest of us were waking up one by one in the building. Our howls came from all corners of the lake once again, and located eachother easily. After a morning plunge from our neighbours high dive board, Stef and Britt payed their entrance fee of one cognac shot to use their facilities for preparing breakfast.
Afterwards, as Nicole would say: "Because pirates we are, and pirates we'll be, me mateys and I stole this house-shop lost at sea. With our bottles, loot and some local fruit, we tore this place down - making our own crystal water town. Our names will forever be spoken, our echos had the whole place awoken. We took it by storm and surely left our mark. On the next adventure we embark!"
Don Yuri welcomed Stef at the loading dock from his floating house, who arrived there by boat with his personal rower bringing him to shore. "Aaah Yuri! I commandeered this ship to use it for our purposes. Permission to come ashore ?" "Most certainly, good lad, most certainly." Welcome to your home for the next few days matey!" From the other side of the lake, Stef spotted the small rowing boat and took him over, to bring all our stuff and friends to Yuri's mansion. On the second run, Britt relieved the friendly rower from his duties, and showed off her skills from back in high school when she used to row.
Yuri's four star floathouse was well equipped. Diving board, crystal clear water as a foundation, perfect hammock oppurtunities in the shade, smooth floorboard perfect for barefooting all day, and most importantly: very difficult to reach for outsiders. However, since the local Tajiks were so amazed they had visitors for once, they still managed to come and say hi a few times. As they made clear they had no other interest but to be around us, Yuri granted them a some time to stay on his property.
Day one Nicole and Anton went to town and brought in new loot for the crew, while the rest hid in the shade for the burning sun and were welcomed with a warm meal by the Don. "Nicole! Stef and Oli taught me how to backflip!" Britt called her cousin over when she arrived back to camp. "There wasn't much teaching to be fair, only three times and she had it." the teachers agreed. Without hesitation Nicole jumped on the board for her turn for a refreshing backward rotational dive.
We braved the storm that night, comfortably warm in the hammocks the two girls brought with them from overseas. Oh how we missed them! Britt and Stef signed up for the scavanging crew the next morning and brought in loot from the local bazaar. Sadly it was time to say goodbye to Gilke and Tinne today. We wish you good fortune lads, that the seagods may bring you favorable winds! Happier than ever, we spent our days on the lake, hiking up the mountains, reminiscing our memories from Croatia and most of all: made new ones.
A big enough mark by Silk Road Cyclers & friends was left on this lakehouse, and we decided to go home on the fourth day.