Three in a boat, poverty and dogs. Part 3
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The next day we decided to repeat breakfast with shrimp. This time we went to the city together, leaving Verka on the farm. On this occasion, there was no need to carry all the money with you. After counting, she took with her, as it seemed to me, a gigantic amount of more than eight hundred rupees, all the little things. Then I thought about it, and took another whole five-hat just in case. We arrived at Chaudi. The ratchet doesn't work. Ugliness! Arriving at the supermarket, they piled up all sorts of different things, necessary and completely unnecessary. It looked like this: what is it? I have no idea! Let's take a try! Let's! The cashier began punching our goods. As I approached the bottom of the basket, looking at the scoreboard, I began to doubt whether I had enough money? We raked for a thousand two hundred and something. Paid off. Darn! But what about shrimp? They began to collect change in their pockets. Accumulated exactly 220 rupees. Enough! We set aside twenty for the passage and, with a bunch of crumpled papers clutched in a fist, went to the market. The aunt asked for her handful of just 200 rupees. After giving her the contents of my fist, we went to the bus station. The aunt, laughing, gurgled something to her neighbor. The ratchet didn't work. Now it pleased me, otherwise it would be a shame. I really wanted cane juice.
Having cooked shrimp at home and stocked up on beer, we went back to the stones. The area by the river was crowded. Some school was taken out for a picnic. Kids of all ages frolicked with might and main. Some played football, others tripled the disco, others wandered along the shore. They were mostly dressed in long-sleeved T-shirts and jeans. From above, many also had sweaters. The kids have arrived! Of course, no one thought to swim. Perhaps this is due to the lack of changing cabins?
After feeding the crows with the remains of shrimp, we went to the hotel. The girls were tidying up the deluxe hut, and the one that, apparently, was held under the loud name "villa".
We were curious to look inside.
The main difference between the deluxe and ours is the presence of glass in the windows. A little more space in the room, better furniture and bedding, oilcloth on the walls of the bathroom is more fun.
But they didn't have a canopy over the bed. And in the "villa" there was also a minibar, a tea set and a sofa.
So you can settle there with four or even five people. Such mansions cost, as we managed to find out from the girls, 5000 rupees per night. But I didn't see a TV anywhere. And why, really, is he needed there? Movies about the sea and so you can watch every day!
We decided to make a second attempt to find Cola Beach. Now we are well prepared. We opened a map on the tablet and calculated the approximate distance from the bridge where you need to turn left. The map, however, loaded with a creak. And once the tablet completely went out and did not respond to the on / off button. I was scared, because we were left without communication. But after a while he sagged, thank God! According to the map, it's 800 meters before the turn. At our pace, it's about ten minutes' walk. But I had to make allowances for Verka. Therefore, Vadik counted the steps, and I noted the time. After counting the required number of steps, Vadik stopped. There was no turning point. It’s good that a boy passed by, whom I asked for directions to the beach. He brought us to the right place, for which he received a handful of caramels. Taking them with deliberate indifference (or perhaps not deliberately), the boy went about his business. And we buried on a bumpy red road. After about 20-30 minutes, we came to a cliff, on which stood a couple of motorbikes and a tourist car. Here she is, Cola!
Going down, we saw fucking waves. On Agonda they were strong, but here they are so simply crazy! Vadka, of course, went there anyway. The lifeguard watched with interest, making no attempt to whistle. And Verka and I went to swim in a fresh lake formed by a river that flowed right there.
Beautiful, picturesque, peculiar! Leaving Verka by the lake, we went to explore the beach. The stones here were the color of Coca-Cola, and maybe Pepsi-Cola. Apparently, for this he got his name.
At the far end of the beach, the water just boiled and seethed, and when it receded, sharp stones stuck out of the sand.
Linen tents stood on the shore - such housing is also available for rent! Although inside it can be quite civilized. But what about the bathroom - the question!
After walking up, they took Verka and buried her back home. A dozen or two eagles were circling in the sky.
A hefty snake crawled across the road. Nature!
At home we had supper as usual - rum, fruit, sausage.
Tired Verka crawled away to her rookery to read Dontsova. And we went to the sea. The tide has begun. I wanted to check if it glows in the dark, like ours. I climbed in to swim, having swum a couple of meters and making sure that yes, it still glows, I got out. We returned home, we didn’t feel like sleeping yet, and we opened a pack of San Sanych seeds. There was a surprise waiting for us! Two hryvnia! Seeds were promotional. In flood! And let's see where the eagles with tails hid a hundred bucks! Let's! We found the corresponding video with the program "Eagle-Tails". But the nasty Lesya zahoval a hundred somewhere in the North. We won't go!
Riding the bus to Chaudi, we noticed that the sign on his windshield says Cola-Agonda-Canacona-Guljbag-…and something else. And Guljbag is also a beach, further south. Today we decided to go there. But first you need to drink tea. The boiler made pffff, and the room stank of burning insulation! Everything is lost! Goodbye shrimp! But there is nothing to do. After eating a piece of pineapple, we went to the bus, which passes the stop at half past eight. ABOUT! And let's buy milk on the way! Verka refused. She didn't want to experiment anymore. Almost reaching the dairy, I discovered that I forgot to take an empty bottle. And I want some milk! I sent Vadik back (back and forth about 2 kilometers), I would run away myself, but my flip-flops rubbed between my fingers. While we were waiting for him, we watched a movie. A moat was dug near the vegetable shop. One cow sat in it, as if in ambush. The second made attempts to go to the store and shave something. She was ruthlessly expelled. I went to see if Vadik was coming. When she returned, Verka told me with a laugh that the cow had found a bag with some kind of vegetable tied to a parked motorbike, and having ripped it open, managed to gobble up a few pieces. The owner who came running from the shop, whom Verka called, again drove away the poor hungry cow.
Vadik returned with a bottle. I went to the store. The milk hasn't arrived yet. I waited five minutes. We'll miss the bus! In addition, an inner voice whispered to me: “Don’t drink, you will become a kid! ” Indeed, this was already the second bell - they forgot the bottle, there was no milk yet. Maybe well him? No longer able to resist fate, we went on, not slurping salty. We squeezed into an approaching bus. This time we were charged 80 rupees for three of us. In Chaudi, almost everyone left, and we were able to sit down. We drove for about an hour. We got out where the conductor told us, and the bus went even further. The village was quite small, but a wide road was actively built there. Probably soon it won't be so deserted here. We went to the beach - the desert! True, there were still two buildings here - a rescue booth and a hut, a sign on which said that this was a turtle protection center. Oh how! The people - no one! I didn’t feel like swimming here, and we, without changing clothes, went along the beach to the south. Verka said she would sit while we went to the edge of the beach. Leaving her everything, we went. After a hundred meters, I looked back and saw that a group of men had appeared on the beach. I didn’t like it - Verka is sitting alone with all our grandmothers and a tablet. Therefore, we quickly ran to the edge, where the river blocked the road and went back.
Thank God, the men didn't bother us.
Three of us already went in the opposite direction. When we passed the hut, an aunt with a basket and a whisk came out of it and began sweeping the beach intensively. I thought it was ridiculous and completely stupid. What is there to sweep? There are no tourists, respectively, garbage too. Later it dawned on me that she, apparently, was looking for eggs laid by turtles in this way.
And about five rescuers jumped out of the booth! Who is there to save? Well, apparently, us! As we walked north, a couple of them followed us steadily. But we were not going to swim, and they eventually fell behind. This beach seemed completely uncomfortable and unremarkable to me. And palm trees didn't grow here. But only funny local Christmas trees, like in Betalbatim. Having found a sprouted coconut, we decided to do our bit to improve the local landscape - we dug it into the sand on a hillock behind the surf line. Maybe at least one palm tree will grow.
A group of men was already approaching us again. We need to get our feet out of harm's way! Finding a path, we followed it through a field, beyond which there was a village. People looked at us with surprise, but greeted us warmly. We walked a little along the side of the road under construction, skirting the cape, and again went to the beach. It was Talpona beach.
It was a little more fun here - fishing boats, a small temple and a few people. Even a couple of whites. A boy came up and offered us a boat. We refused. But then they thought about it and decided not to go back by bus, but to hire a boat and swim across the river of the same name with the beach, thus ending up on Rajbag Beach (where the cool Lalit hotel is). And there is already very close to Palolem. The boy brought us to the shore and wooed the boatman. For the crossing, he asked for 50 rupees from the bow. Without haggling, we climbed into the boat. Swimming there is nothing. Probably, it would be possible to bargain. Well, God bless him!
In "Lalit" there was some kind of amusement park. Club music rumbled on the beach, tables set out on the sand were covered with snow-white tablecloths. Cooks in snow-white hats froze at their pans. Wedding, right? Further along the beach lined up a whole battery of boxes with fireworks.
Passing Putnam and Colomb again, we came to Palolem. We swam and went to dinner at a former restaurant. The boy who served us last time was not there. But the other guy spoke a little Russian. He offered to see the fish, saying that they had flounder. Well, bring it! Brought. The fish was the size of a small plate, flat, but never a flounder. He will tell me about the flounder! And this happiness cost 350 rupees. Then he allegedly offered me a mullet. It did not look like a mullet at all, although I read that it is found here. In short, we rejected the fish and ordered Indian dishes again. Tomato soup, naan garlik garlic flatbread, malai kofta potato balls, dal lentil stew, and more.
It was tasty, spicy and relatively inexpensive. We ate. But the people demanded beer. Leaving the cafe, we bought what we needed in a wine shop. By the way, the label says the price is 62 rupees. But these bastards sell it, some for 70, and some for 80. Who has what appetites. So, you need to bargain even there. To cheat and strive! On the way to the bus stop, we were tempted by a fruit stand. The assortment here was wider than we have in Agonda.
The seller was just giving the customer a dragon's eye to try. We got it too. Rare bullshit! And it costs 180 rupas apiece. We bought our favorite figs for dinner at 240 per kilo. While waiting for the bus, we again sat down in a cafe to drink juice. This time I already had small money, so we did not miss our bus.
The next day we finally decided to explore the southern part of the village. Leaving the hotel, we invariably went to the right, and what was happening on the left, we had no idea. The beach does not count, we explored it thoroughly. But first you need to have breakfast. With what? Milk, of course! The idea that had settled in my head haunted me and, taking an empty bottle, I again went to the dairy shop.
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