For those who like to relax in cleanliness, silence and get to know Turkey. Part 1.
My wife and I decided last year to visit the best beaches and relax for a few days in uncrowded places. We called friends in Bulgaria (St. Vlas) with a request to keep a room in their hotel (Janet Hotel) for a couple of days, through Booking we booked rooms in Kusadasi (Suer Otel), Dalyan (Onder Pansiyon), Gelemysh (Jet Pansiyon) and of course , for the second time, in Cirali (Cesur Pansiyon) - each for 3-4 nights. All of them do not shine with stars and chic, but they have everything you need, and especially the attention and hospitality of the owners, which is often lacking in hotels with stars.
At 5-00 we start from Kyiv, after Lubashevka we turn off the Odessa highway to Platonovo, then Dubossary and, having crossed the bridge over the Dniester, we get to the checkpoint of Moldova, at 10-00. This route was determined for ourselves several years ago - the minimum time to Romania and the minimum of bad roads - from the Odessa highway to Dubossary (about 100 km). But, in this place, since August 2012, Moldovans have only recorded entry, and exit must occur through a point on the Moldovan-Ukrainian border (Pridnestrovie is considered Moldovan territory). In August 2012, we left Moldova through this very point and were dumbfounded in 2013. a message from the border guard that we violated the terms of stay in Moldova (according to their data, we were in this country for a whole year) and we have to write an explanation, pay a fine and enter Moldova through the Ukrainian-Moldovan checkpoint, and this is Reni, which is more than 500 km away. Everything was decided, as you guessed, with the help of a greenish bill. But the most interesting thing was ahead of us when we left Moldova in Leuseni and, having entered the checkpoint in Romania, showed our passports to the border guard. He opened and closed my passport, and peered at his wife’s passport for a long time, leafing through, looking first at the passport, then at his wife, and finally said - “you don’t have a visa” - and in fact all the pages in the passport were blank, and another two hours ago it had at least ten old visas and a fresh Bulgarian multi-visa - the passport was someone else's, although it was also blue with a Ukrainian trident and also belonged to a Kiev woman, very similar to his wife. Rewinding the time in my memory two hours ago, everything became clear to me - we were being controlled at the entrance to Moldova by a couple in a Moskvich with Kiev numbers, and the border guard was too keen on receiving a “fine” and not only from us - we have the same The Russians also had problems. Here it was also my fault - having paid all the fees (by the way, tolls on roads in Moldova since last year have been paid depending on the length of stay), a little nervous because of the loss of time, I checked only my passport and registration certificate, and didn’t even look at my wife’s passport. In short, they began to arrest my wife for crossing the border with someone else's passport, but calling on the Moldovan border guard, I managed to explain everything to them and we were returned to the territory of Moldova, from which we had already been released 10 minutes ago, moreover, with someone else's passport. The Moldovans contacted by phone the checkpoint where we entered Moldova – a woman from Kiev shed tears there, left without a passport in a foreign country. Three and a half hours later, having driven again across the whole of Moldova, on the way having pierced a wheel that could not be repaired, on an inferior spare tire, with great relief they took the passport from the border guard, thanking him for a lot of sharp impressions and not holding anyone angry, we moved towards Romania, crossing the wonderful country of Moldova for the third time in a day, hoping to buy in Chisinau any wheel on which you can get to Bulgaria, but that was not the case... At 20-00 in Chisinau it is impossible to buy a pair of tires anywhere - not new ones, neither used.
We decided to spend the night in a hotel located 20 km from Chisinau, where we always stayed on the way home (47º.01´.42. 26" N; 28º.36' 27.10" E) - I recommend it. Already at the exit from Chisinau, we saw a working tire service, but there was no suitable rubber, the owner promised to find the right one for tomorrow (R17), but alas, the prices were not just surprising - from 150 euros for a wheel of dubious origin, but he still helped - he took to Chisinau to the car market, where for 70 USD we managed to find a pair of semi-dead wheels of the right size. They returned, changed their shoes and at 13-00 rushed to Romania. There were no further problems.
From all of the above, everyone will draw conclusions for himself, we also made them, the main thing is that the best transport for traveling is a car.
At 22-30 we were already in St. Vlas, we were met by the whole family, brought together with a suitcase to the second floor to the room, listened to our adventures, and in the morning Velichko already found new tires in Burgas, an hour later the car was ready for further trip. But we, in addition to additional expenses, lost a day, and tomorrow Kusadasi was waiting for us, which is 850 km away.
