SPAIN AND MORE - FROM TARRAGONA TO SAN REMO. OWN (CONTINUED)
True, I quickly noticed an announcement that on weekends the entrance was from the other side. I got to another entrance, rang the "intercom", and a dude of some swarthy, incomprehensible nationality opened the door for me. Probably an Algerian, there are many of them. Well, not the point. I told the dude that our car was supposed to be brought to them, and at the same moment I saw it. Dude asked if we were at the cops. Yes, yes, he said so: cops (in French, flics, read something like “flick”). I answered no, and he told me that first I need to get permission from the musarna to release the vehicle. I asked where the nearest rubbish bin was, and he told me that it was next to the Noaille metro station on the red line, which was 6 stops away. By the way, the parking lot itself was located next to the terminus of the Bougainville metro station of the same red line.
In general, we arrived at the rubbish bin, where they asked me for a document, which was calmly channeled Russian rights, asked the number of the trough and in which country it was rented and, having received answers, concocted the treasured paper for me. Everything about everything took a maximum of 5 minutes. With this paper, we returned to the impound, paid 136 (126 for the services of a tow truck + a chirp for storage), after which we took our trough and headed for San Remo. And, yes, at the same impound lot they also issued me a fine for 35, but they immediately said that I, as a foreigner, could simply tear this receipt. However, I did not tear it, but brought it home as a souvenir. Well, what about those who are greatly tormented by conscience in case of non-payment? It’s very simple: in a tobacco shop you buy a double stamp for the amount of a fine, and at the post office you buy a postage stamp (or maybe they sell postage stamps in a tobacco shop, the dog knows them).
The postage stamp is pasted on the “timbre-poste” field of the first sheet of the receipt (which is harder), then one part of the “penalty” stamp (la partie à envoyer) is molded on the field to the left of the postage stamp, where, among other things, it is written: “la partie à envoyer” . The second part of the stamp (la partie à conserver) is molded onto the corresponding field of another sheet of the receipt (which is softer). Then the first sheet is torn off and dropped into the mailbox (the address of the recipient is already indicated on it), and the second sheet is left to itself as proof of payment of the fine. Well, actually, that's the whole adventure. I think a lot of people had fun reading about him.
So, we drove again, we drove, and about 3.5 hours after taking the trough from the Marseille impound lot, we reached a series of tunnels, at the entrance to one of which there was a farewell sign in French, and after leaving it, a sign with the inscription "ITALIA" on a blue background surrounded by yellow stars.
From the motorway, we decided to turn off and drive along the coastal highway, stopping at the same time in small towns. And then for the first time in Italy we saw a horned-electric car that was slowly driving in front of us, and therefore we had to overtake it. We drove 18 km from the border to San Remo, and since we were constantly passing through settlements, we had to keep the speed no higher than the allowed half a car, so we had more than enough opportunities to enjoy the local architecture.
SOMETHING ABOUT PETROL STATIONS IN ITALY
I don’t know how things are with gas stations in Sapoga in general, but of those that we met, there were only automatic ones, and there were no employees nearby. Apparently, gas there had to be paid by credit card.
However, either I didn’t see the 95th gasoline there, or something else confused me, or because there was enough gasoline anyway, I decided not to refuel there and force the four-wheeled friend to be patient until returning to the Frog.
A FEW WORDS ABOUT PARKING IN ITALY
The markings in the parking lots there (at least in San Remo), like in the Frog, are white, but these parking lots are also paid. At the same time, I did not see any inscriptions there warning about paid parking. Therefore, putting the trough in the parking lot, I asked a local peasant who parked nearby, in his native Italian, if I had to pay for parking. He told me that yes, and showed me where the payer is (or the parking meter, if anyone likes it that way).
He also added that at a local bar you can buy a special parking card worth 4, on which you need to release certain numbers from the protective layer and leave it, like the parking ticket, under the lobglass in a conspicuous place. If you pay through a payer, then parkan will cost 1.50 per hour. In short, for those who wish to leave their trough for more than 2 hours and / or use other shoe parks, it is better to purchase such a card.
BEACHES IN SAN REMO
Although the city itself is quite beautiful, both in nature and in architecture, the beaches there can be described very briefly - with only one fourth letter of the Russian alphabet, both paid and shareware. First we went down to the beach near the restaurant, where nothing was said about its payment.
I asked the beach bastard in the red T-shirt if I had to pay for sunbeds with umbrellas, and he told me that yes, you have to pay at the bar (and he didn’t say how much), and then he would give us a place. But I replied that we would manage anyway, he said, they say, as you wish and retreated. But when we undressed and went into the water, another beach bastard took our things that we had left on the shore and put them on a stone slab. When I got out of the water and asked what the hell, he explained to me that this is their private territory and you even have to pay for the entrance. Well, if, he says, you don’t want to pay, then please go to that beach that is nearby, it is municipal. Well, okay, we went to the municipal one, which turned out to be about the same in quality: the bottom is sandy at first, but then silt begins, the water section of the beach is, as it were, surrounded by stones, turning it into a paddling pool (not in the state-geographical sense, of course, but in the reservoir ).
If desired, of course, it was possible to overcome this stone barrier and go out to the open sea, but I would not advise doing this, because this occupation is somewhat laborious and not entirely safe: the stones are slippery, so slip and tear, otherwise break the leg there is like 2 x 2. Only the little ones would have liked it there: the beach is gentle, at a depth safe for a small child there is still sand, no silt, so play and flounder to your health. Well, the water is warmer there than on the Costa Brava, and there are no or almost no Russians there (at least I don’t remember Russian being heard there). The municipal beach is open from 9 a. m. to 7 p. m. , a deck chair and an umbrella cost 2.40 for half a day and 3.50 for a day, a sunbed - 3.50 and 6.00, respectively. If you wish, you can take a warm shower there - just for one and a half dollars. And there are no ball games on the beach, which I think is right.
Or rather, it would be better, of course, to allow playing ball in specially designated places - away from the crowds, but there are simply no such places on those beaches, because the beaches themselves are pretty ugly.
THE ROAD TO MONACO
After walking around San Remo, enjoying the local beauties and, of course, buying souvenirs, we decided to leave the Sapozhnoe kingdom in order to get to the Ludomansky kingdom through the Frog kingdom. It took the whole 2 hours with a penny to reach the paradise of ludash, because in Boot on the way they got into such a sickly traffic jam on the road. Or maybe it was already the Frog. Well, that’s not the point, the cork is also a cork in Papuasia.
Arriving in Monashka, we parked the car in a covered parking lot, of which there are enough (you shouldn’t focus on local parking lots, because they are about the same as in the Frog), and went to get acquainted with the local flavor.
And there, by the way, very beautiful nature (sea, mountains), while harmoniously combined with complexes of high-rise and not very buildings. There are a lot of Russians among the vacationers - no less, at least, than in Spain. There is a lot of entertainment there: beaches, restaurants, clubs, pools with slides and jumping towers, a menagerie, theaters, museums, and, of course, a large number of establishments for those who want to spend extra money. We don’t have extra money and we’re not going to let it go, but in Monashka we would have rested for a few days, otherwise we really didn’t have time to see anything.
ABOUT GAMBLING
In the previous section, it was said that there are many establishments in Monashka for those who want to spend extra money. Yes, yes, drop it. Like in a toilet. There are such slot machines that are called one-armed bandits. Damn, how romantic!
And for me, such machines are more associated with toilet bowls: all you do is throw money there methodically and pull the handle (well, or press the button - where is the design). The only difference is that the toilet will not win, but in the end the result will be the same. But why doesn't he win? It depends how you play. I think if you throw more metal coins in foreign currency there (preferably British pounds or Latvian lats - they are more expensive), then the toilet will eventually become clogged and these coins will have to be removed - they will become a win. : ) And I think there will still be fewer coins that float into the stinking distance than those that float into the pockets of the owners of gambling establishments when playing in these same establishments. How do you like this idea? Less romance? But the pleasure can be extended by spending less money. : ) Well, citizens of gambling addicts, didn't I upset you too much?
Don't worry, it was just a joke. : ) By the way, Fedyunya, the one who wrote about the student with the hatchet, was also a gambler.
PETROL STATION IN MONACO
In Monashka, we still decided to stop by a gas station to refuel. Gasoline there cost about the same as in the Frog, only the payment system was interesting - by credit card. At the same time, the amount of 130 was immediately blocked on my card, and on the display of the column, infa appeared that I could refuel for a maximum of the same amount (who, I wonder, can refuel for such an amount? the owner of some truck, perhaps). But I only refueled for 35. I went up to the cashier and asked in Monegasque what the hell. In response to this, she assured me with an oath that some French bank would return the difference to me within 7 days, which he did in the end.
HOTEL BUSBY 3* IN NICE
Leaving the paradise of fools, we headed for Nice and arrived there somewhere after an hour or so.
Having put the trough on the covered parking, we went to look for a suitable rooming house. However, this turned out to be very difficult! Everything near the beach was hopelessly packed. On the doors of many doss houses and even tourist hostels there were signs like “NO PLACES”, while in others there were simply no places, without any signs. There were, however, in some places and free places, but these rooming houses were very fingered (from 250 and more per night). We then decided to look a little further from the coast, but even there the rooming houses were all occupied, and besides, there were fewer of them. However, in the end, luck smiled at us at the Busby 3 * rooming house. Just something for 150 per night + dvushnik as a city requisition for two. The employees of the rooming house suggested that we first look at the room, to which we agreed, otherwise xs, what kind of rooms are there.
We took the elevator to the room, which was much more cultured than the one in the Marseille rooming house: quite spacious, with normal doors (no livestock "accordions"), even the walls there were golden in the same color as Au-cards. We were also pleased with the hotel room (the next section about it): compared to the Marseille one, it was just a presidential suite. So we did not hesitate to roll off the bablos and settled there. They also asked if there was parking at the rooming house, but, as we expected, it was not there. However, the employees told us that if we find a place closer to the rooming house, then the car can be parked there on the ball, because it was in the evening, the next day was Sunday, and on Sundays there are free parking lots. The places, however, were all packed there, and the parking lot where we left our car was not too far away, so we decided to leave it where it stood.
BUSBY HOTEL ROOM
The room, as already mentioned, turned out to be very personal: spacious, 2 beds that can be moved together if desired, a canape, an armchair, 2 poufs, a table, bedside tables, a flat-screen TV on a wall stand, a wardrobe built into the wall, with glass doors. This bookcase also contained the New Testament in three languages: French, English and German. The walls of the bathroom are lined with blue tiles, all plumbing is also blue, a bathtub and a sink with single-lever mixers, a toilet with a vertical drain (horizontal is still better), there is an already mentioned device in which you can’t leave a friend. The hair dryer there, however, is antediluvian, but this is already a trifle. The doors to the bathroom there, however, are latticed and, in my opinion, are not locked. There is a red carpet on the floor of the room, the walls are also upholstered with some kind of fabric, which creates at least some sound insulation (by the morning it turned out that it was still not very good there).
There is a balcony there, but, like in the Horitzò bunkhouse, it is small, and besides, there is no table or chairs, so sit there and drink wine in comfort, looking at the night street of Nice (by the way, the view is far from the worst! ) is unlikely to succeed. And the sockets in this rooming house (as, indeed, in Marseille) are non-standard: metal grounding pins stick out of them, forming isosceles triangles with pairs of holes. So the plugs for such outlets must have a special “entrance” or be very, very narrow. Otherwise, you will have to use an adapter. However, we did not use these sockets, if only because we thoughtlessly left all the chargers in the Spanish rooming house. And on the door of the room there is a cool sign about the ban on smoking, for violation of which there is a fine 68 or prosecution, and there is also a 4-digit phone number, which is recommended for those who want to quit smoking.
At night in Nice, the glassing is quite lively, as in any party city. Lots of entertainment such as restaurants, bars, clubs and establishments for lowering extra dough. There are many vacationers there, mainly the frog itself, the bull, the British, the German, the shoemaker, and, of course, the Rus, where without our brother? : ) By the way, there are a lot of Russians, the Great and Mighty is heard everywhere. Well, on the beaches at night (the beaches will be discussed a little further south), people who come from either Arab or some other countries settle down for the night under a blanket. But it seems that they are not Ethiopians, not cheerful Chukchis, not Papuans and not Nanais, dearly loved by the already mentioned great Russian poet, singer and composer. Along the embankment there are benches, under awnings or without them, for those who like to sit and admire the view of the sea or luxurious bunkhouses.
RESTAURANT LE GUSTAVE 5
The prices in this restaurant turned out to be very democratic, especially compared to Marseilles: a portion of duck foie gras - 16.50, fried red mullet - 14.50, beef fillet - the same amount, a glass of homemade wine - 3.90. Everything is pretty tasty. As a result, we left 70 there. Math lovers can calculate how many glasses of wine we drank, given that we left a piglet as a tip (not a penny, of course), and took all of the listed dishes one at a time. Then we took a walk around the city, went to a pub, where we drank another glass of beer, and went to spend the night in a hotel.
Day 7, Sunday, 11.08. thirteen
BREAKFAST AT BUSBY HOTEL
When we woke up in the morning, we went for breakfast, since it was included in the price of the room. The breakfast, however, turned out to be more than modest: on the "buffet" (which served as a regular table) there were yoghurts, cereals, butter in micropacks and a fruit salad in a bowl (not the first freshness, judging by the taste of fermentation).
The uncle-employee offered tea or coffee to everyone, we chose the latter. After some time, another employee of clearly non-French origin, judging by the clearly pronounced words in French, brought us a coffee pot, a jug of milk, 2 croissants, 2 small buns and 6 micropacks of all kinds of jams. Some other local guests asked the staff if there were boiled eggs, and received a definitive answer. We have already mentioned a large number of Russians in Nice. So, in that "restaurant" there was also some kind of Russian specifically shaven-headed kid.
BEACHES IN NICE
The beaches there are 50% privately paid and about the same number of municipal freebies. They even alternate there: paid - free, paid - free ...The length of each of them is somewhere around 40 - 50 m.
It is very easy to distinguish a paid beach from a free one: sunbeds and umbrellas stand in orderly rows on the paid one, and mats (or towels) and toadstools are randomly scattered on the free one. The prices for the beaches are quite exorbitant: the entrance alone costs, it seems, a pole, and together with a sunbed and an umbrella, this happiness will cost, in my opinion, a couple of tweets, if not a quarter at all. However, whether the beach is free or not, it is still large-pebbled, so swimming there is highly recommended in special shoes, which are sold everywhere in local stores. The entrance to the water, like on the Costa Brava, is quite steep, but the water will be warmer. Municipalities also have a shower, a toilet and a dressing room in one bottle, but for the entrance you will have to pay fifty kopecks (do not worry, a penny).
THE ROAD TO CANNES
In order to have time to get to the "home" not too late and even have time to hang out a little in Cannes, we decided to move out of Nice at 11 o'clock with a penny and were already there around noon. The distance between these two cities is only a quarter, if not less, but we decided to go along the road along Lazurka, and this road is far from being a highway, moreover, it passes through settlements where the speed is limited to half an hour, Well, plus to this there are also numerous traffic lights. But as a result, we reached the city of film festivals without any special troubles. With parking there, however, as elsewhere, strain. One of the drivers, seeing that the other was leaving a parallel parking lot, stopped and waited, blocking all traffic (this, by the way, is a common thing for paddling pools and bulls). The other one, leaving, kicked the front of the trough standing behind him with his ass, but, as if nothing had happened, calmly left and went about his business.
Next, the one who was waiting for a parking space calmly parked, allowing the rest of the flow to go on.
BEACH IN CANNES
But we still found a parkan in Cannes, and a free one, as the corresponding inscription “gratuit” said. True, before finding a place there, a circle or two in the parking lot still had to be done. Then we walked a little around the city and went to the beach. The beach there, by the way, turned out to be better than in Nice, because it is sandy. And he was more gentle there, which for someone will be a big plus. The water is clean and transparent. This beach, by the way, was wild: all beach accessories, such as sun loungers, umbrellas, toadstools and mats, were brought with you. There were enough Russians on this beach, as in Nice.
POMME D'API RESTAURANT
It was nice to relax on that beach, but still it’s time to get ready for the road, otherwise it’s already about three. Well, before the road we decided to have a bite to eat in one of the Cannes restaurants.
The waitress tried to communicate with me in English, but I told her, they say, don't worry, you can speak French. And she asked me what language I prefer to speak. I would be very upset, considering that I had lost all my communication skills (after all, I hardly spoke French since 2008, when we went to Tuna), if it were not for the almost complete absence of problems in communicating in French in other establishments. And I answered her that if for some reason she is not satisfied with French, then we can communicate in English, Italian, Spanish or Greek. After that, "linguistic" questions no longer arose, and we proceeded directly to what we had come there for. We ordered a portion of foie gras (13), salmon steak (14), entrecote in mustard sauce (18.50), two oranges (3.30 each) and a bottle of mineral water (3.30).
The fuagrashka there turned out to be some kind of hacky, it seems that it was purchased, but everything else was quite tasty.
RETURN TO SPAIN
At about 16.00 we headed for our native Blanes and around 22.30 we were already there. Upon arrival, we went to a Japanese restaurant to drink Epidorchika, after which we went to a rooming house to sleep off after a long journey.
Day 8, Monday, 12.08. thirteen
TRIP TO TARRAGONA VIA BARCELONA
For some reason, we are all moving north and north, but what about the south? We decided, in general, that day to go to Tarragona, south of Barca. On the way, we turned a little wrong way and, instead of going around Barsetka, we drove straight into it. Someone said that there could be traffic jams in Barsetka, but somehow we were lucky, we managed without them. And we got something like a sightseeing tour of the city.
BRIDGE OF THE DEVIL (PUENTE DEL DIABLO)
Continuing towards Tarraga, we saw a sign saying that there would soon be a Devil's Bridge (this bridge is a landmark, not used for transport), and decided to stop there to take a look at what kind of architectural marvel it is. Cool, by the way, the bridge, once it served as a water pipe for water supply to the surrounding area. If you wish, you can climb on it and even cross it over the abyss. And although it is rather narrow, do not be afraid to jump from it, because it has stone fences about a meter high. At the stop there is also an observation deck, from where this bridge is quite clearly visible. There is also a sign that says that this place is only for short stops, and for a longer stop for safety and comfort, it is recommended to drive to the nearest parking lot, located about 18 minutes from there.
BEACH IN TARRAGONA
Where does the city begin if you arrive there on a trough? That's right, from the parking lot. Well, with parking spaces everywhere you know how. However, we were lucky to find free parking. Even if not in the city center, but in the place where the city is seen quite well, so we managed to take some beautiful pictures of both the city and the sea. The fact is that in this place the rocks are washed by a very beautiful azure water. Then we drove further and found a parking lot near the beach - also free. The beach is very good: fine sand, the water is much warmer than on Costa Brava (Tarraga is already Costa Daurada). The coast, however, is gentle, which is a minus for me, but for someone, on the contrary, it is a plus.
CENTER OF TARRAGONA
They put the trough in a paid underground parking lot, walked around the city center, looked at all sorts of churches, cathedrals and other ancient buildings, and then, as usual, decided to visit one of the local restaurants, where prices turned out to be quite affordable.
PISCOLABIS RESTAURANT
You already have a rough idea of prices in Spanish restaurants, democratic and not so, so it makes no sense to list them. I will only note that at that time it was the first restaurant in Spain where we were lucky to find Franz, albeit light bottled (we prefer dark draft) at 3.95 per bottle. On this occasion, I even persuaded the bottle myself, although I was driving. In the end, it is allowed there (let me remind you that in Spain the maximum permissible concentration of alcohol in the blood of a car driver is 0.5 ppm, and in exhaled air - 0.25 ppm; for motorcyclists, these figures are lower).
Oh, yes, there was also a little unusual gaspachka: they added half a hard-boiled egg, cut lengthwise. With eggs, by the way, I liked it better.
Day 9, Tuesday, 13.08. thirteen
That day we decided to go to Montserrat again. This is such a monastery, located at an altitude of 725 m above sea level. Why "again"? Yes, because 4 years ago we were already there, but since the time was already quite late, we only managed to visit the observation deck. From there, however, fucking views also open up, but you can also climb even higher there, and go down somewhere lower, and even visit an art gallery. So that day we decided to visit what we had not visited the last time.
There are three ways to get to the place where the museum, various shops and the main observation deck are located: by car along the sickle (excursion buses also stop there), by cable car or by rack railway called cremallera (cremallera). Since we went up there by cable car last time, this time we decided to use the rack. To be honest, I liked the cable car more, but people suffering from acrophobia or even a non-pathological fear of heights should use the rack. We took tickets for the kremalera at 12.90, and this price, in addition to the trip there and back, also included a visit to the museum. It was also possible to take tickets for the funicular down (Santa Cova) and up (Sant Joan) there, plus everything together would be cheaper. But we took tickets for these 2 funiculars back and forth already at the top, and they cost us 9.50.
By the way, the funicular (funicular) should not be confused with the cable car (telefé rico), even if the cable car and funicular are synonymous and the word “telefè rico” is translated from Spanish and so and so. In general, a cable car (telefé rico) is a cabin suspended from a rope. It raises everyone from the foot of the mountain to the observation deck (as well as a kremalera). But the funiculars (funicular) Santa Cova and San Joan are more like racks: about the same trailers running on rails, but instead of a gear road between the rails, cable traction is used there. These funiculars go up (there is another observation deck) and down (there seems to be a cave where they found a statue of Our Lady with a baby on her lap).
At the entrance to the museum, there was a kind of cool okhrashkin who checked everyone's tickets and told everyone in Russian: "Don't take pictures. " Why in Russian? Yes, because I don’t know when, how, but that day there were almost only Russians in Montseur.
Looks like there were bus tours for Russians that day. Well, okay, you can’t take pictures of these paintings - well, the dog is with them. By the way, the vast majority of museum exhibits were paintings by artists of varying degrees of size and skill. I must say right away that I almost do not understand painting, but still I can distinguish a painting by Van Gogh from a drawing by an 8-year-old schoolboy. So, most of the paintings there are really drawn by cool (well, or almost cool) artists, but there were also those that I simply could not help laughing at, unless I rolled on the floor. Do you remember what picture was drawn in the old Soviet film about 12 chairs by Gomiashvili and Filippov, while on the ship? That's about the same skill paintings were present in the Monseur Museum. Similar paintings are located at the end of the inspection. Apparently, for the entertainment of those who are tired of viewing previous paintings.
Basilica of the Holy Virgin Mary of Montserrat
We did not get into the basilica itself because of the rather impressive queue. Well, we do not like queues, and that's it. However, they hung out next to her. There, everyone still buys and puts candles in special cups, which allow these same candles to burn for quite a long time. There is also a source of mineral water, supposedly possessing healing powers. I don’t know how true this is, but if you drink a few liters of this water, then it should definitely help with constipation. : )
SANT JOAN FUNicular
These boils go with an interval of about half an hour. If it happens in the evening, then you need to be careful not to squander the last one. Otherwise, you will have to either go down on your own two feet, or, even worse, go up. However, there is a schedule there, the scoreboard also displays when the next boil will be and when the last one will be.
In the meantime, I glued my finger, I put my sunglasses on a stone nearby and then safely forgot about them. Before returning back, we decided to sit and rest for a while. Two Indians (or dudes who looked like Indians) were passing by, and one of them told me in English that I had blood, to which I answered him, they say, bullshit, and they moved on. And when we went upstairs again, one tourist told the funicular employee that she had found glasses forgotten by someone, and gave them to him. I looked at these glasses, and they seemed strikingly similar to mine. I checked my pocket, where I usually put them, and there they were not found. Well, naturally, I approached this employee and presented him with the rights to my glasses, which he immediately gave me.
Those same Indians immediately jumped up to him and already in Spanish told him that I had blood and I needed medical assistance (well, at least they didn’t offer to send me from there by helicopter to the nearest hospital : D ). He gave me a vial of H2O2 and a piece of bandage, and I gave myself a second aid (the first was already with a band-aid). Here is such mutual assistance! Just like the Nanais, who in their tundra go to the toilet in twos, so that while one of them is engaged in such a delicate matter, the second with a double-barreled gun loaded with large buckshot, protects him from animals dangerous to the Nanai, such as moose, living in the tundra , bears and wolves. Well, then they switch roles. By the way, readers have probably already been waiting for the traditional lyrical digression about toilets. Okay, I will not torment you - it will be the next one.
A LYRICAL DIRECTION ABOUT THE LOTS
There are not enough public toilets in Spain, it seems even less in frog cities (at least in those cities where we visited), but I can’t even say anything about San Remo and the Nun, because we were there at all little time. In general, in the same Monser, there are toilets at the departure points of funiculars, which is at the observation deck, and cremalers (like at both ends). They are, however, not very cultured. In Girona, we also saw a public toilet - also so-so, rather shabby. Those who are on wheels (not in the narcotic, of course, but in the automobile sense) can always stop at a gas station, there are even very cultural toilets, with a quick hand dryer (there, after brushing them off, you need to put your hands completely, and then slowly, slowly take it out, while hot air blows on them; for one, maximum for 2 times they are dried).
Well, on the roads of the Frog, as it was already said to the north, there are toilets at every recreation site, which are located approximately every 5 km, however, a cultural toilet will come across or not very much - that's how lucky. But it is best to use these establishments in restaurants: there they are almost always cultural. Yes, in Spain, sotrirs are usually found in underground parking lots, which is unlikely to be found in the Frog. Beach toilets in Spain have already been mentioned further north.
SHOP IN MONSERRAT
Who wouldn't want to bring some souvenir from Monser? These are the kind of fans there and are waiting with open arms. In addition to magnets and plates, they sell all kinds of food: jamon, lamb and goat cheeses, locally produced soft sausage (such a disgusting thing! ), honey, sweets, etc. Naturally, they also sell Bukhara: wines, liqueurs, vermouth, whiskey, etc. .
The prices there, of course, are overpriced, so it’s not recommended to take anything other than magnets: you can hardly find magnets with Monser anywhere else, but everything else - even chew with your anus, and it’s cheaper.
Day 10, Wednesday, 14.08. thirteen
TRIP TO ANDORRA
We already went to Andets on our last trip in 2009 and even spent the night there in a rather chic rooming house, but this time we decided to go there without spending the night. We drove there along the C32 highway, then in the Barca area we turned onto C58, which then turns into C16 - E9. Then this route passes through the Del Cadi tunnel with a length of as much as 5026 m. We decided not to go along the C17 highway, which turns into N152, because then it turns into a rather long sickle, about half a kilometer long. For passage through the tunnel, of course, I had to pay 11.67 in each direction (in 2009, in my opinion, it was exactly 11), but it's still better than driving along a sickle. If someone suddenly decides to go from Spain to France through Andorra, then I warn you that this is not the best idea, because.
you can enter the Frog from Andorka only by a sickle, and, judging by the map, it is rather winding.
The Andes is a shopper's paradise: almost everything is cheaper there than in neighboring Spain and the Frog. Arriving there, we first of all poured 30 liters of gasoline “only” at 1.295 per liter, then we went to the supermarket and here is some of what we bought there (I quote with prices): a liter of “Kurva” VSOP (the rest of Bukhara will be in containers of 0.7) - 21.15, Barcelò Imperial rum - 12.94, Barcelo cream liqueur (17%) - 9.9, Tequilon Sauza Ag - 7.25, Lambrusco Italian fizz - 2.3, half-liter can of extra virgin olive oil - 3.6. We even bought 2 liter packets of gaspachka there - two-piece. The taste is very personal, by the way. They also bought a block of mineral water there - 17 "kopecks" for 1.5 liters. However, it should be remembered that there are restrictions on the import of tobacco and Bukhara from Andorra to Spain (and to France, for sure, too).
There are customs posts on the border of Spain and Andorra, and customs officers from time to time arrange a search for cars entering from Andorra to Spain. This time we drove calmly, no one pushed us, but last time all the cars were driven into a special sump, including ours. The customs officer also asked me if I had cigarettes. I answered no. Then he asked if there was Bukhara. I answered yes. He asked how much. I opened the trunk, where there was a bottle of something strong, and everything else was in the bag. However, we had an excess (4.5 liters instead of 4 prescribed). But the customs officer did not check anything and let us go in peace. I don't know what kind of responsibility there is for the double bass, but I think it's still better not to risk it.
Day 11, Thursday, 15.08. thirteen
We were also in Girona in 2009, but then we never had a chance to walk along the medieval fortress walls. Now this dream has been realized.
From these walls, the whole city is very clearly visible, especially to climb onto some observation deck, of which there are several, and they are located at different levels. There are other attractions in Girona: churches, museums, etc. I already wrote about the half-dried river, in which, nevertheless, fish are found. So, when we were there last time, these fish were the size of capelin, but now they are already the size of such a sickly trout. Did you grow up during this time? : D
BEACH IN SAN FELIU
After Girona, we decided to go to the beach in San Feliu - a city where we never heard Russian speech. The beach there is good: sandy, clean, moderately sloping. True, in order to park there nearby, I had to use paid parking with a barrier. Then we walked a little more around the city and decided to go "home" ...on a sickle. Through Tossa.
Tossa de Mar is generally a city that can only be reached by sickle.
A sickle is, of course, not the best way, but you need to ride a sickle for a change, right? Here I am about the same. In general, we took a sickle from Tossa to Lorets, stopping a couple of times on the observation decks and photographing beautiful views, and a rather sickly trial began in Lorets