And I'm flying to where they accept (c) Part 6

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After dinner, I even had the pleasure of swimming for a couple of hours, and only then fell asleep. Took a break for dinner, and back to the lulu. Verka came in the morning to go with me to the dawn, but I didn't go. And she didn't go.

The first days of rest, I kept scolding myself, why did I take the tour for 11 nights? The usual seven would be enough. But then we would have already left yesterday. But I didn’t want something at all.

Once again, testing my nervous system for strength, I struggled with naughty equipment, trying to shoot at least something decent. And I got so carried away that I accidentally touched the coral with my foot. It seems to be not much, but the caviar oozed blood. Yes, what a mess! Usually, on trips, all minor and not very troubles fell to Vadik's lot. But he was not with me. I had to take everything upon myself.


I washed off the blood in the shower and covered it with toilet paper. How much can you suffer? Why can't I buy a face mask? I still have two and a half days before departure!

I asked the guys who own this miracle how much they paid? The girl said she bought it here last year for $8. And the guy eyny bought in Kyiv for as much as 800 hryvnia. Whoa, what a difference! Only they warned me to buy in a case, otherwise they might suck in a “drowned girl”.

Before dinner, I drove to the promenade. In the first store they promised to sell me for 12. But I went further. In the second, I was first offered for 8, but without a cover. Having examined it, I found sand under the glass. Clearly, bastard! Then the merchant offered me another one, in a case. After a furious haggling, I gave it away for 10, complimenting my bargaining skills. To be honest, I've never been different from them before. I just came prepared and knew how much I need to strive for. The seller from the first store, seeing me with a purchase, asked how much I bought it for? I said 10 and stuck my tongue out at him.

After lunch I went to test my purchase. No, well, of course, better than in the old mask. Only after it, deep dents remain on the muzzle. And so the face is already sloppy, and then it becomes shrugged!

And I'm already fed up with beer. I took a gin and tonic. And another guy from Kharkov yesterday told me on an excursion that he bought several bottles of their strong drinks from his bartenders for only 2 bucks per bottle.

Oh yes! I forgot to tell. On our first trip to the promenade, Verka and I found a liquor store. Everything was there, even champagne. But it's all so funny! It’s a pity I didn’t take a picture, so I don’t remember how they mocked global brands. I remember Chivas was there. The label is very similar, but a couple of bukaf have been changed in the name. And Verka even set out to buy some rum there for as much as 20 bucks. I barely dragged her away - the seller grabbed a stranglehold. We returned back along the other side of the street so that he would not see us.


So, after talking with our bartender, we bargained for 2 bucks of rum from him. But before that, I tasted everything a little bit. Garbage, of course, complete, but not for the same 20! Where is the guarantee that those shop bottles are not the same bullshit? I wanted to take another whiskey, but Vadik did not order. He said to bring it from the dutik.

I was amused by a bottle of vodka with the inscription "Finland - vodka of Egypt" (in the photo on the left):

By the way, all the bottles are plastic. You can carry it in your luggage, without the risk of breaking it.

Arriving from the sea, she rinsed herself and smeared her face with coconut oil bought at the promenade pharmacy. And when I was going to dinner, I noticed that my face was on fire. The blush suits me insanely, but it happens extremely rarely. Except after the sauna. And I haven't been there in years. I didn’t think about the reason - beauty and beauty!

At dinner, she drank only water, which surprised the waiter in no way. I took the sweet potato to try. Never eaten before. Very similar in taste to baked pumpkin. And fried fish too. The cook, apparently, was in love. The fish turned out to be brutally salty.

When I woke up in the morning, I recoiled from my reflection in the mirror. Oh, yo! Who is it? The blush disappeared, and the face was swollen and itchy, bags formed under the eyes. The neck itched too. But the rash was not visible. And thanks for that! “You can’t be so beautiful in the world! ”

What happened to me? Oversalted fish ate at night without beer? Allergic to silicone mask? Is coral poisonous? Burnt booze? There were too many factors that coincided on this day for me to solve this equation right off the bat.

To disguise her "beauty" she put on dark glasses and did not take them off even in the canteen.

I still don't want to leave. They wrote to their husbands: “We decided to stay for more than a week, grandmothers were coming. ”

Vadik laughed it off, saying, who are these grandmas and where did they go? Verkin's husband froze. But Verka has a son who is an IT specialist. Wrote to him to sponsor. Silence. So give birth!


Even though the mask was a potential threat, I still swam in it. What else is there to do? On a sea excursion, perhaps, to go? The weather that day was incredible! Calmness. A song stuck in my head that I once heard performed by comedians from the Diesel Show: “Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks! ”.

Yesterday, I saw that the guys I tortured about the mask succumbed to the entreaties of the beach boy and the day before went somewhere to Tiran on a boat. They really liked it - and the corals are different, and the fish too. Verka was only in favor, even though she didn’t care much about fish and corals.

Beechboy Adam, who had been unsuccessfully stalking us for the first three days, noticed that I was looking at him and immediately galloped up. We expressed our wishes to him. He said there were places on the boat for the day after tomorrow. We're leaving the day after tomorrow. We need for tomorrow. He called the second whipboy and argued with him for a long time in Arabic. At the same time, the vaguely familiar word "khamsin" was often used. Then I did not attach any importance to this.

In the end, Adam said that for 35 bucks from the nose, we would have such a pleasure. Well, here's more! 25 and that's it! Agreed. Then he returned and asked us to help him persuade our Belarusian acquaintances to go with us. The boat has 6 seats. There are just four of them.

That's not a question. We didn't fight! Came and offered. They agreed. For some reason, Verka and I gave Adam the entire amount of 50 bucks at once, as he asked. Did the rest relax us so much that we lost our vigilance?

At night, I remembered the meaning of the word "Khamsin". This very khamsin, or simply the wind, howled in the ventilation, tapped on the windows and doors. It seemed to me that someone was breaking into my room (oh, dreams, dreams! ). Moreover, as I already wrote, there was not even a hint of a breeze the day before.

In the morning, I expressed doubts to Verka about the expediency of the event. There were sheep on the sea. I had a chance to ride a boat and in a smaller wave. The spine miraculously did not get enough sleep in shorts. Flying overboard is also a very real prospect! I'll have to refuse.


In the towel booth, we noticed as many as three muzzle masks. Morning catch, you see! A little later, they saw how he (the towel man) tried to get one of them for 10 bucks! Here you go! It would be nice for the top five!

Interestingly, there was no flow. The waves were there, but the current was not. A couple of times it was, and in complete calm. But today, it wasn't. Therefore, while waiting for 10.00 am, I swam again. And in the ill-fated muzzle mask. I didn’t even try to take a picture - it’s still garbage. Of course, both moray eels and Napoleon immediately sailed! Well, figs with you! Stay without pictures!

It's time for animators and beachboys. However, neither the boat nor Adam! Stormets, of course, is not weak, however, large yachts have already lined up in a single line a couple of kilometers from the coast. Oh, and the passengers will throw up today! By the way, I was shaking even after the swim, even before the bar opened. Those. there was no beer. Like after the train, for example. I'm rocking for a few more hours. And you?

I talked with Belarusians. They, it turns out, only gave Adam a twenty advance payment. And we are fools! Like the first time married, chesslovo!

At half-past ten, Adamchik finally appeared, smiling for all 32 teeth. He said that the boat trip could not take place for technical reasons. But what about the money, we asked. He assured that in half an hour an accountant would come and bring it. Hmm, accountant! But they did not object. Accountant, so accountant! Of course, neither half an hour nor an hour later, the aforementioned character did not appear. We still didn't care too much. If I had given him an A, I would have been more worried. There would be virtually no chance of getting her back. And you can’t just give a fifty dollars! After waiting another half an hour, we asked again, where is the accountant? Adamchik called somewhere or pretended to call, and looking with honest eyes, said that he was about to arrive.

I didn't feel like swimming anymore. We sat down at the beach bar together with the Belarusians, from a distance watching the movements of the whipboy. But he disappeared from sight.


Alexandra's guesthouse was passing by, accompanied by a respectable man. The owner is not the owner? Yesterday she was with another, no less respectable gentleman. Verka offered to complain to her. I do not welcome squealing, especially since it is unlikely that beachboys are directly related to the hotel. Nevertheless, we told Sasha the situation and asked if we should worry or how? She said that she would immediately tell the owner (it was him, after all).

A few minutes later, the offender appeared and reproached us for having laid him up. And then Verka told him how wrong he was. She, like, is good enough for him as a mother, but she should run after him and beg for her money. Now, she won't do it again. On the contrary, it is he who will now look for us with money in his mouth. Otherwise, we will knock Alexandra again. I was blown away by Verka's ability to persuade, just like Adam. He left, ashamed, lowering his tail.

And we went to dinner.

I didn't feel like going to the beach, but we went. What if Adamczyk doesn't find us?

However, we did not go to the beach, but to the beach bar. Adamchik appeared from somewhere above. We demonstratively ignored him and drank beer. He walked around us in an arc and began to frantically move from sunbed to sunbed. Apparently unsuccessful. Then he went to the beachboy brothers and animators. Apparently, having finally knocked down the required amount, he brought us money with his mouth to his ears. And where, I wonder, could you drink a whole fifty kopecks yesterday? It's hard even for me. Although…

And the Belarusians, despite the wind, agreed to parasailing in order to recoup their money.

Early morning flight home. You need to buy gift mangoes. The seller, with the appearance of Petya Cherny, was very puzzled by the fact that I needed eight pieces, but that the total was 7 kg. It didn't work at all. Either a lot, or a little. As a result, I agreed to 7 kg 200 g. I think that all the same, his scales are wound up, it is unlikely that he will gain 7 kg there, so maybe there will be no excess. And this Petya did not want to give up 80 cents! He suggested that I take a grenade. What for is she to me? Prettier houses sell for less. Persimmon too. I had to take guava. I don’t really like her, but I’ll give it to someone.

Petya packed the box with tape. It turned out to be a heavy suitcase.


On the way back we met “our” Belarusians. They also flew out tomorrow, but in the evening. They also wanted to bring mango home, but they said that absolutely everything is taken away at their border! And they came from Minsk to Kyiv by car. We took the Ukrainian tour, also from the Joints. They also gave me the idea that I need to check in for the flight online. Here are those times! And I didn’t even think that it was also necessary (or possible) to do this on a charter. Voooot why were we sitting at the aisle! Because ku-ku is broken!

Having thrown the mango into the room, we went to the reception to carry out our plan. Surprisingly, everything went off without a hitch! I was in the front row when booking and scored good seats - closer to the tail, where there is a toilet and a cart with wine. Sky up, well done! Not like UIA.

I didn't feel like eating or drinking anything for dinner. Tired of everything! If a couple of days ago I really wanted to stay, now I really wanted to go home!

And the face didn't get any better! The goat understands that some kind of intoxication. Coal would bang. But no! The neck is still itchy. Not fatal, but annoying. I didn’t drink anything strong, only beer. So alcohol poisoning. Mask? I've been scratched by coral for two days now. Can't the poison last that long? Or maybe?

Information about the return transfer was posted as early as 21.00. We were already in bed. We were informed by Sasha, whom we asked to do this - she is sitting there anyway. Good girl, God bless her health and good husband!

I, as a first approximation, collected the sack in the evening. In the morning I was already stuffing the leftovers, almost with my feet. I already wanted to snap the lock on the dogs, but I rushed in time - but where is the key? He lay somewhere here! Searched everything! No key! Evaporated. And the spare was in a backpack, which, in turn, was already in the very center of the sumar. I had to throw everything out and take it out. Vadik usually does the packing. I'm already a creepy cow, and then there's this! Verka had long since packed up and wrapped her backpack with foil. She offered the rest of the film to me. That nafig I need it! We're already late! Having stuffed everything back at random, she finally closed the lock and called the reception to send a porter. Loaded like a camel with our belongings, the guy dragged everything to the reception, for which he received a well-deserved two bucks.

Oh, yo! How much junk! How do we steal it all ourselves!


At the airport, we were very thoroughly searched twice, feeling the neck under the hair and the bones in the bras. The second bloodhound found the key to the lock in my pocket. And I didn't find the first one! Hee hee! Me too! All luggage was also checked with some kind of litmus test! I haven't seen this yet. And to top it all, just before going out to the coveted dutik, several employees were sitting at the tables with granary books where they wrote down passport data. Why else is this? What about computers? In addition, hand luggage was seized here. Aunt, opening my backpack, grimaced and coughed - a specific smell hit her in the nose. I put a couple of guavas in there so they wouldn't get crushed. She didn't look for anything else. But the weight and amount of hand luggage did not interest anyone at all. I have seen people have mango boxes thicker than mine, almost twice as thick!

Dutik was a bit lean, but inexpensive. I bought a liter of some unfamiliar whiskey for only 10 bucks and a liter of rum for 15.

At the exit from the airport, we were again asked to show our passports. Damn it! Where to take them? In the teeth, right? Both hands were busy, and even the backpack strove to slip off his shoulder.

The plane arrived right on schedule. Here's your Join Up!

I will omit all further details.

Already at home, having unpacked my luggage, I discovered that the coconut oil had not frozen! What rubbish, I wonder if they poured it there. And I paid, for a moment, as much as 7 bucks for a tiny bottle of 100-something grams. In Goa, a liter of oil was cheaper! And in general, are there coconut palms in Egypt? Too bad I didn't ask this question sooner! Perhaps this is the reason for my unearthly "beauty"? After the plane, a terrible dryness of the skin was added to the general puffiness. Everything returned to normal only after a few days.

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