For various reasons, we missed two ski seasons. Life passes by! We have to go! And where? Europe does not shine for us. I don't want to go to Bukovel. And we really want the gray heart of the Caucasus.
The second of January. Stop chilling. The mountains are calling! It was supposed to walk along the Botkin trail to Krestovaya Mountain, and there, according to circumstances, either climb Ai-Petri, or descend to Uchan-Su.
This is not my idea. However, on my own skin I was convinced that there is something in this statement. We met and saw off many new years in Yalta. I remember my first trip.
Start here >>> Thanks to the almost complete calm, we managed to cross the bay and climb onto the rocks covering it from the south. The lifeguard didn't care about us, we didn't see him this time.
Start here >>> The beach was beautiful! We have seen many beautiful beaches, but this one was the most beautiful of all the most beautiful! And deserted, but at the same time, not deserted.
Start here >>> I flashed, it was, the thought to ask the Hindu for directions, but I discarded it as unsuccessful. Putting a smile on her face, she forced herself to say "Hello.
Start here >>> On the way to get some milk, I remembered that we don't have bread either. What would you understand, buying food in Goa is a big problem. You can easily find only all sorts of different garbage, such as chips, cookies.
Start here >>> 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.
Start here >>> And Alexander is still gone and gone! As it turned out, Agnelo knows him well. When I said that we were waiting for the guide, he exclaimed: "Sashya? " "Sashya, Sashya!
We didn't have time to return from the Crimea, where we walked our friend's husband, when the friend herself began to drip on my brains, when will we go to buy a tour to Goa?
The pink wine drunk in the evening painted the world around in a similar color. The evening was amazing. The night is quiet, no breeze, no wave splash, no songs, no dances.
This morning we made a second attempt to use base gallons. This time everything worked out for us, we just forgot to put a divider on the stove, and the flame burned somewhere in the wrong place.
At the end of last summer, I seriously thought that in the Crimea with a tent more than a foot. http://www.turpravda.ua/uc/novyy_svet/blog-144653.html But August came again, and I was pulled with terrible force into the New World.
Chronicles are us, hopelessly chronically ill with Crimea. And as usual with the chronicles, the expected spring exacerbation happened to us. Until May, there was no strength to endure.
To be continued. Start here: Part 1 Part 2 We left the canyon. The guide gave us half an hour to wander around the site with a camera. They captured the treasury from all angles, and at the same time all the living creatures that were found there, including the guard of the object and the cats graz...
To be continued. Start here: Part 1 In the morning, the birthday girl woke up, as always, before anyone else and began to rustle exaggeratedly loudly. We didn't show that we were already awake.
I haven't been to Egypt for a long time, five whole years. Yes, and this year was not going to, but it happened. Infotour is an infotour, but no one canceled the traditional November vacation, and the beloved had to be taken for a walk.
Continued. Start here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 After spending one night in the Grand Hotel in Prague, we managed to appreciate it. After inspecting a whole bunch of hotels, we found some of them where the rooms are much inferior to public places.
To be continued. Start here: Part 1 Part 2 We got to the hotel in complete darkness. They quickly gave out the keys and gave half an hour to settle, uncover, inflate. Then we had dinner.
To be continued. Start here: Part 1 Frau, I'm not a real Stirlitz, I am a KGB colonel… (Ivan Kaif "Secret Tango") I named the story as I named it because of the prohibition on the part of the tour operator's management to tell the rest of the group that I am not a travel agent, and even more so t...
Once, in mid-August, a notification came to the post office that a new message had appeared in the subject “info tours for experts”. The admin offered a freebie in the form of an info tour of ski resorts in Slovakia and Poland.
Continued, Starting here: Part 1 Arriving for backpacks, we were greeted with an exclamation: "Well, where do you go! " It turns out that the peasant (let's call him Petrovich) had guests who had already left, but the man wanted to continue the banquet.
Who is talking about what, but naked about the bath. Nervous and puritans should not read this. I will write long and tedious. However, as always. The trip didn't go well!
We got lucky with the weather, It's raining for the fourth day, Although they said on the radio - Even the shadow will be hot (V. Tsoi) Well, we have summer this year!
To be continued. Start here: Part 1 Part 2 Forecasters are wrong oncebut every day (folk wisdom) The forecast stubbornly showed partly cloudy and +20, so I dressed accordingly - sandals, light white trousers and a thin denim jacket with holes and 3/4 sleeves.