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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. Migratory birds would probably understand me. But in August, there were things at home, and finances no longer even sing, but howl.
And then, out of the blue, in September I was cut off the bonus, the size of which some would have estimated with a couple of new rags, or, well, a certain number of liters of beer. And I estimated it just in the amount of travel to the Crimea and back, for two. And then another magpie in the face of a friend, almost a Crimean woman, on the tail brought good news that the Crimean prosecutor's office canceled the paid entrance to the reserves.
Everything! It's a sign! Must go! Even a scarecrow, even a carcass! She scooped out several cans of canned fish from the cellar, bought at the beginning of the war in case of living in the basement. A certain amount of “medicine” was also seized from there. A tent, sleeping bags, foams, a gas stove... But what to take from clothes? I have never been to Crimea in September. The forecast was just scary! During the day 24, at night - at best 16! Oh, let's freeze! Well, at least not the slightest hint of rain. I didn’t want to carry a lot of junk, but I took three swimsuits and two pairs of socks. Moreover, one of them was with fingers (like on gloves). So that you can wear them under flip flops : )))))
At the last moment, a friend joined us. Well, good! They pushed the tent to him.
On a sunny Saturday morning at 8.30 we set off. Arriving at the border, we saw a long line of cars (50-60 pieces), at the end of which a bus got stuck, which left Mariupol half an hour earlier than ours, whose passengers do not cross on foot, but travel by the same bus to their final destination. Well, we, harnessed to backpacks, set off to go through customs.
Surprisingly, no one rummaged through our things. However, doing so would be problematic. I would have to throw out the entire contents of the backpacks. We were only asked if we had drugs or amphetamines? We didn’t have : (((. And no one asked about booze, so I didn’t have to lie.
We approached the mobile passport control point. And there is innovation! Scoreboard with a running line that read: “Welcome! Blah blah blah, Kyiv helpline and....Have a good trip! " Well, you must! Previously, they asked questions here, the essence of which boiled down to “What the hell are you doing there? ” And here - Happy travels! Is the insanity over?
On the Russian side, there is also an innovation - luggage shines through, like at the airport. When my backpack drove into the cell, I was asked from the operator's booth:
- And what is that metal thing you have there?
I tensed up and answered:
– Canned food… fish.
- No, something more!
I remember what I might have.
- Ah, base gallons!
- What-what?
- Oh, I mean - gas cylinders!
Rzhach, from the series "you can't imagine it on purpose"!
This has never happened to me before. This cute can blurt out something like that, honey buns, for example : )))). Apparently, it's contagious.
Despite the fact that there were quite a lot of people (the Lviv-Novoalekseevka train had recently arrived), the total time it took us to cross the border was only an hour and a half. And before that, acquaintances stood for 3-4 hours, and I was very worried that we would not be able to get to the beach before dark.
Succeeded! At about seven in the evening we were already banging on the gates of our old acquaintance Mikhalych. We learned from him that this year, unlike last year, people spend the night on the beach, but during the day the tents are removed, and the foresters seem to have not fined anyone.
After descending, we found a great place for a tent and very few people. What is characteristic, normal nudist appearance. Everything is back to normal!
The quiet joys of everyday life are deeply disgusting to me, therefore, after a quick swim, and leaving the men to build a house and cook dinner, I galloped to the village for beer, taking a flashlight and camera with me (where would I be without it). 
And I safely forgot my phone and watch. On the way, I discovered that my battered sandals were about to give their souls to God, so to speak, their soles burst. And they are only seven years old! And from spare shoes I have only brand new flip flops on wedges, suitable mainly for defile along the embankment. Damn, I'll have to fork out for something more practical.
I returned about an hour later, already at dusk, to the thirsty sufferers. They asked me to urgently call another wife, who, in my absence, cut off the phone, but could not get through. I tried, but nothing worked for me. After that, a hysterical SMS came, “Where are you? ”, which I could not answer for technical reasons. My phone will soon turn 4 years old, and at first it stopped showing the call log, and then I forgot how to send SMS - the keyboard is not displayed. I should go somewhere and do something about it, but I'm too lazy. Calls, fotkaet - well, okay! But its battery is able to withstand a week without charging. Therefore, we took him one for three, asking a friend for a Crimean SIM card.
The unanswered text message was followed by a call, this time a good one. I assured my friend that everything is fine with us, it’s not worth worrying about. And she told me: “Why did I receive a text message“ I’m at the cinema ”? The question is certainly interesting. Therefore, I will first explain to you. The thing is that my wonderful phone is filled with template SMS: “I'm at the cinema”, “I'm driving”, etc. I have no idea how to send them. However, if he is lying in a bag and suddenly starts calling, then while I am looking for him and pulling him out, he, in some way incomprehensible to me, manages to send one of them to the caller. Once the higher authorities were looking for me, and I managed to send “I'm driving” once again. After that, I get the answer: “Afiget! ”. Subsequently, having met in person, I asked: “What is it, you don’t allow the thought that I can be driving? ” To which the authorities replied that they even allow it, but they don’t understand at all how I could write an SMS while driving if it was difficult for me to answer the call? Yes, funny!
Well, this time it turned out that the phone was lying somewhere on a stone, and while the men were looking for it and trying to answer, they also managed to send "I'm at the cinema. " Imagine the surprise of a friend who received this : )))))
Taking out canned food from backpacks, we found that their expiration date had already expired. Well now, starve? Found the most overdue - "gobies in a tomato". A friend tried to open it, but the jar was rusted through, and when it was pressed down, tomato juice flowed from the bursting lid. Apparently, the basement was very damp. When the tin was finally opened, I, having sniffed its contents, did not notice anything suspicious, however, we were careful not to eat it. I didn't want to die on the first day. We decided to give Mikhalych to the cats, and they themselves opened the next one - a sardine in oil. As you understand, I survived, since I am writing these lines : )))
We did not take the mattress this year, because some people pierced it in the past, and we didn’t buy a new one, and it’s heavy. It turned out that it is quite possible to get by with some foams. A rather strong wind was blowing, the sea was slightly stormy, but it was not a bit cold to sleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up from deaf thumps. I did not immediately understand where I was. I thought that in the country, and the bastards were again beating with mortars. But it was just the surf hitting the rock in the nearby bay.
After waking up as usual, at dawn, we decided to have a cup of tea and a cookie. They put water on a gas stove to boil. I have already managed to swim and clean myself up as much as possible, but the tea still does not boil and does not boil! Already 20 minutes have passed! So what kind of gas is this? Deciding that there is no such thing as hot, raw, they spat and poured lukewarm water over the macaques. It’s brewed, where will it go! We packed our backpacks and climbed up the path to Mikhalych's domain. Gobies in a tomato also grabbed. The cats were missing. The younger one, allegedly, is sleeping somewhere, and the mother is completely savage, hunting. I asked:
- On mice?
- What kind of mice are there? On hares!
Wow! How many times we have been here, but did not assume that there are hares here. Although the fox was seen and even photographed. You could have guessed that where there are foxes, there must certainly be hares : )))
Having handed over our backpacks, we went along the road to Sudak. I didn’t go even a couple of kilometers, when the wedge heel on one flip-flop split into two parts, and on the approaches to the fortress, its lower part completely fell off! Then I had to walk barefoot. On the embankment, in the very first tent, they bought me the cheapest (200 r) cast sky-blue flip flops of a collective farm type.
A lyrical digression. About slippers.
Sam-wosem years ago, we traditionally came to the New World, where we agreed to meet with a relative from Riga. This miracle appeared in a long-sleeved shirt and shoes! In July! Well, the shirt is okay, you can do without it, but the shoes for the summer are completely unsuitable. What we did not fail to notice him. And the Rigan was not at all taken aback. With the practicality inherent in true Europeans, he managed to find slippers thrown by someone right there on the beach, similar to those that I bought today. One of the slippers was worn down to a hole in the sole. So what? A relative managed to carry them all ten days in the Crimea, took them home to Riga and wore them there at the dacha. The next year, he took them with him to the Crimea, where he completely torn them and only after that he threw them away when he left home! Here! We have a lot to learn from Europe! : )))) By the way, a relative worked as a financial director of a rather big enterprise.
However, I also treat slippers with great reverence. I used to have Sahab flip flops. Having survived two or three Crimeas, they somewhat lost their marketable appearance and were retired to a hut on the Belosaraiskaya Spit. There I don’t wear them much, more and more barefoot, so they are alive to this day. But now, about a month ago, we went to wander along the beach. And what was my surprise when I found one of the slippers on the shore, three hundred meters from the base! I could not confuse them, there are no other such in nature! How they got there, one can only guess. Presumably, before the last departure, I went swimming and left them on the shore, forgetting to take them to the house. Apparently, the slippers were washed away by a storm, and then thrown further on the beach.
Grieving over a lonely slipper, we went further, but after walking a dozen meters, we returned and took it with us in the secret hope of finding a second one. And I did find it, but after a week!
And my dear one told me such a story. They traveled in deep Soviet times with their parents in their own car through the Caucasus. At one of the parking lots, his mother forgot one sandal. Having discovered the loss, the second one was thrown away, because she thought that they would go back the other way. But it so happened that they nevertheless returned to that place and found sandals. But the second one was thrown out! People! Do not throw lonely slippers! : ))))
Well, dressed in new flip flops, I and the boys briskly moved along the embankment in the direction of Meganom. There are a lot of people on city beaches. Behind Alchak, the beach is not bad, not crowded, well-groomed. There are loungers and cafes. 
Everything is fine, except that the city sewerage is slowly flowing into the sea nearby. However, probably in all coastal cities this is the norm, not the exception. At least we have the same song in Mariupol.
There are more people in Kapselskaya Bay and under Meganom itself, but the contingent has changed. There are very few tents and trailers. Mostly vacationers from Sudak come by car for a day to swim, so as not to crowd on the city beaches.
And we went further to the cape. Cormorants are still sitting on the same stones as in previous times. 
Small spiral snails also hanging on the bushes. 
The same expanses scorched by the sun. 
Something I tired. It was already past two in the afternoon and I really wanted beer. We turned back and settled in a local cafe on the dostarkhan. We drank beer with pasties and went to the bus stop to wait for the bus from Sunny Valley. We didn't bother to find out the timetable. After waiting for some time, cars with local numbers began to slow down. But 50 rubles per person for some ten kilometers to Sudak is a bit too much for our meager budget. Reptiles! All the same, they go empty! Finally, the guy who stopped said that he would take us for free! And, of course, he turned out to be a Crimean Tatar. Here, several times we needed help in the Crimea, and all these times it was the Tatars who rescued us, moreover, absolutely free of charge.
Our driver also said that tomorrow is the big Muslim holiday Kurban Bayram, and therefore a day off has been declared in Crimea. I knew about this from the Internet and even planned to spend this day in Sudak, where some kind of walks were planned, but the epic with slippers confused all my plans and I decided to devote the next day to a completely different direction.
I'll add it later
