Great beach holiday in Golden Sands
It all started with the fact that we, after the Christmas holidays, begin to plan a new trip to the Crimea. Previously, until 2014, we, the whole family, every year went to rest to the sea on the peninsula. We really enjoyed spending our holidays there. We have always loved Crimea. We would love to go there this year! But it so happened that this year we will have to rest in another place, for us, rest in the Crimea is the same as using stolen goods.
We are not worried about prices, not about the mess that can happen (transport, the presence / absence of products in stores, etc. ). The attitude of Crimeans towards Ukrainians is alarming. They hate everyone who even says a word in Ukrainian. And I'm not exaggerating. My friends went to Yalta for the May Day holidays and returned sad and upset. Everything that concerns Ukrainians, everything that is at least somehow connected with Ukraine, causes almost all Crimeans not just rejection, but a whole storm of emotions. These emotions are extremely negative for everyone, from children to the elderly. Why? Unclear. After all, this was not even close a year ago. My heart feels like we shitted each other in bed...
Have you looked at options to go to Odessa or Lazurne, are they morally closer? But then they began to consider other areas, Georgia, Turkey. After a cursory study of the issue, the decision was changed in favor of Bulgaria. True, friends were skeptical about this decision and dampened our mood a little: "Is it worth going there? A chicken is not a bird, Bulgaria is not a foreign country. "
Any trip must be well prepared. The first thing we did was read the reviews about the holidays in the resorts of Bulgaria. The next weekend we went to the first travel agency that came across and asked to pick up an inexpensive tour to Bulgaria. The agency listened carefully to our wishes, then offered several options to choose from. And then a few more. Theoretically, everything suited us, but I wanted details. We asked the girl to show brochures for all the hotels, a map showing the location of these hotels, photos of the hotel itself, rooms, pools, and the distance to the sea in meters. And so the search for the optimal plan for our vacation continued until, after weighing all the pros and cons, our June trip to Bulgaria in beach and tourist colors loomed. Satisfied and satisfied, we signed a contract for the purchase of the tour. We decided to go to Bulgaria to Golden Sands. On what? It is expensive to fly by plane, it is possible to travel by car, but it is still expensive, and we decided to go by bus. It is easier and much cheaper to get to the Bulgarian coast. During the season there are regular flights from any regional center. Moreover, there are many of them and the routes are built in such a way that they carry tourists to all hotels along the coast from the north to the southernmost point, almost to the Turkish shores.
We went to Bulgaria for the first time. We dreamed of swimming in the sea, basking in the Bulgarian sun and improving our health….
And so, the second half of June, at 6.15 am, we were at the appointed place. The morning was cool, probably a little over 16-18 degrees. The voucher states: departure from the Metalist stadium, near the Sportivnaya metro station, check-in at 6.30, departure at 7.00. While waiting for the bus, we realized that there was no one else besides us. Maybe we did not write down the place of departure of the bus correctly? The stadium is large, and there are many exits from the metro. We started to worry. In order to somehow defuse the situation, we begin to joke, but the jokes do not work out. At 6.30 we decided to call the agency, but realized that at such a time there was still no one there. The wife comes out onto the empty road, glances at the end of the street in the hope of seeing the long-awaited bus. And suddenly, as if some kind of sixth sense tells me: “It’s coming! ” And then, in the distance, a few blocks from the stadium, the coveted transport appears. A beautiful, white liner, with Bulgarian numbers, smoothly rolled up to a stop. A smiling guide got off the bus, introduced himself and offered to take their seats.
We quickly jumped on the bus. There was no one in the cabin except us and another family, and although the seats were indicated on the boarding tickets, we sat where it was convenient for anyone. For a person of average build, the distance between the seats is sufficient, but only on the condition that the passenger in front of you does not recline his seat too much. In this case, sitting will be uncomfortable. The air conditioners above the seats worked properly all the way. Tea, coffee was not offered, and do not look for toilets and WI-FI on the bus. But during the journey, every three hours, sanitary stops were made. High-speed highway to Dnepropetrovsk is a pleasure. The driver was driving at a moderate speed, about 100 km/h (a paragon of the most careful), and the bus rolled easily and smoothly on a flat highway.
In Dnepropetrovsk, about ten more people got on the bus, and in Krivoy Rog, Nikolaev and Odessa, they picked up the rest. Beyond Krivoy Rog the road was very bad, if not worse. We drove at a speed of 30-40 km per hour, the drivers were indignant all the time. They spoke Bulgarian, but we understood much of their conversation.
- The parcel is from Krivoy Rog to the Romanian border - one from the most difficult - the old driver said to the young one - you can’t leave Barzo: Tryabva and all that is a hollow.
The bus was almost two hours behind schedule. True, the drivers had a lot of disks with good films, and this was a little distracting and calming. Suddenly, the bus shook, as if in an earthquake, there was a crack, as if metal was torn. The picture on the TV disappeared. The bus became uncontrollable and turned diagonally towards the road.
- Pochivka, pochivka ty kazvam! the second driver shouted.
- Wow, you see how you mess up? - The young driver who was behind the wheel answered frightened.
- Yes Yes. Mislekh, who started it.
- Yes, sarceto mi is almost hidden. - then, turning to us, he added in Russian - Your path is bad, very bad...
There was no panic in the cabin, no one screamed. Someone joked: "Is everyone alive? ". When the driver leveled the bus and we continued on our way, our guide tried several times to start the VCR, but he never succeeded.
- The recorder cannot be the foundations of the Ukrainian people. - He said to the drivers, and smiled.
For a while the bus rolled in silence. Then a conversation gradually began to strike up, and after a while there was already a muffled, quiet rumble in the cabin.
When it got dark, in Tatarbunary we make the last stop on the territory of Ukraine. I really liked the cafe, on the outskirts of the village. Wonderful Tatar cuisine, the atmosphere is also appropriate, oriental, having had a rather hearty dinner, we left about 120 hryvnia for three.
Around midnight we drove up to the Ukrainian border. She impressed us with her everyday life. There was no queue, but they kept us for more than two hours. Our border guard typed data from our passports into the computer with one finger. On the Moldovan side, the border guards also collected passports and left for registration. The customs officers inspected the luggage compartment. In the passenger compartment of the bus, no one began to check things. The whole procedure lasted about 30 minutes.
Forty minutes on the road and before us is the barrier of the Romanian border, above which is a huge sign of the European Union. The yellow stars formed a solar circle on a blue background and, as it were, they say to you: "Welcome to civilization. " We also didn't have to get off the bus to go through passport control, and the procedure itself didn't last long. The Romanian part of the border was surprisingly easy. Everything is fast and polite. The barrier is raised, and with an inspired feeling we enter the territory of the European Union.
