So this year we started to think about we could try to spend New Year's Eve in Romanian Fagaras mountains ...! So everything began with a classic syndrome of chaotic preparations and we left out in three on 27.12. After passing through the foggy and neon Romania, whose decoration had become a quarter of the Czech republic state budget, we were about the fourth in the morning near the hotel Balea Cascada. We drove out of the fog and see the starry sky. In the corner behind the hotel is at once the snow on the road and about 5 signs with restricted entrance. After a moment of silence, couple of tricky looks and three wheels around a parking we went up the hill. However, after 300 meters in the passage we somehow hit concrete barriers. Well, we unwraped our sleeping bags, had a couple of last words and immediately went to sleep.

And it begins with the nice sunny day! Fast feeding overfulled backpacks . Take a last deep breath and throw the big pig on our backs, then you can not breathe. We are sneaking to the hall at the lower tram station, where we are stucked in a queue. Just getting to feel how the teletubbies for Sunday mass. All people decently dressed in black patent shoe and coats, ladies handbag. Suddenly, someone shouts at us, "Hei! Trei Voi? Lipseşte Trei" Now is the silence ... Finally, after an uncertain nod to one of us, the queue disappears and we walk forward for the cabim which is going to take us where we want to be the most.

Five cottages on a frozen lake, surrounded by a wall of steep rocky mountains. All around are walking Romanians who are shot down by sledging kids. And do it now, to the peaceful atmosphere just imagine the scooter saddled by a dude dressed in very oldchool overall. Then couple of guys who carved blocks of lake ice to build the ice bar. Very impressive! Well, we picked up water as quickly as possible and we are sneaking as snails racing up to the ridge. Sun is at the end of its day and we are looking for a place for our tents. Follows a design and finally digging the foundations for our instant semi-detached house " The yellow holes." Then a bit chaotic cooking and evening party with DJ Radio “romantic” Metronome in social tent. 1 tent for 3 boys = 4 percent guaranteed dream ... Hand on it! And finally Ticháč  left us with wooden body to his private castle based on the fabric coating.

In the morning we watch from a tent to the extremely deep fog , what could be cut .... Well, but it does not discourage us. Lets dress pins, put the belts on and lets go for a powder ride. After walking a short cul-de-wired climbing frame (hereinafter "Strunga"), we injected a finger into the mist. And still nothing .... But? We agree that this is the way down for a nice smooth powder line. And it was! We had a three deep lines.  And of course also upwards, unfortunately. Finally, the white mist began to slowly reced. When we glanced sideways into the opposite valley and went to enjoy a “strung” to our yellow hole apartement. After a classic evening ceremonies (stacked into one tent, cooking meals and drinking hectoliters of snow tea ...) We start gradually growing our yellow hole snow castle.

With the sun rise, we had to make a hole brown. After a hearty breakfast, again accompanied by the foggy guy, we are going to ride the rest of yesterday's rocky field. The first ride through the misty jelly changes our situation and we are hiking further along the ridge toward the lake Caltun, to explore a new terrain. This is reasonable, right? After a long downhill slowly ice covered couloir we arrive at the bottom of the transparent mist, and we see a ripped open view of the valley. Where stands a beautiful chalet in the meadow. This we left for future exploration. After an hour of hiking we find ourselves at the point where we cannot go anywhere upwards. The darkness combines with fog. It is clear that we need to go somewhere down. But the direction? Suddenly we found a trace of skis, probably ours from last night, and arrive to our lovely yellow hole. Adam was ready for rescue with tea and plum brandy, and guides us by lights. Usual evening party at seven ... no one has the strength to say anything and we have eight tunes radio sent out of consciousness, sometimes Ticháč manages to move. Every day we sleep 10-12 hours.

And we have the last day of the year! The plan is to ride some powder in the morning and then run to the huts near Balea Lac. We start to hike bit to the saddle like hungry vultures, and we are looking with caution into a steep, narrow couloirs between the cliffs. One by one we try to ride them both ways. Also there is not a lack of dramatic situations. Surprisingly for the first time and last time on this expedition, we come to the tents during the sunny day. The boys quickly packed sleeping bags take the direction to "civilization." Well I decided to calm down and spend the New Year's Eve in a tent with the radio, lamp, stove, book and brutal freeze. The absence of the two radiators is considerably known, but let them drink in the down town properly.

Authors: Adam, Svoby, Ticháč