It became a kind of orienteering mission, always hiking toward the next stash pinned on our electronic maps.
We couldn’t carry all the water we’d need, but our stalker guide had his friends hide supply stashes ahead of us, for which they shared a list of coordinates. Inventory management was a serious issue, our backpacks stuffed with first-aid kits, bread and salamis, just like in the game. A Ukrainian guide led us chest-deep through a river to enter the Zone, then for four days we hiked through wild, wooded landscapes between run-down villages and the shells of former farms and factories. In 2018, I decided to join one of these stalker trips.
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