ура я дома yay i'm at home

I won’t talk about the road at all, it’s not interesting. I saw fishing and I already want to go home, the long road through the whole village is worse than in Moscow. to cross the street and get to the beach you have to dodge cars. there is still a central street but there is no sidewalk at all and the same cars from which people shy away. moreover, the drivers are completely fucked up and don’t even slow down, and along these two streets everything is sold, fruits, souvenirs, barbecues. vobshem health from all this is unlikely to increase. well, the locals surprise with their price policy. prices are steadily rising by August. a simple example, when raw meat arrived, they gave it for 45 hryvnias, and after 10 days already for 70. oddly enough, we didn’t get poisoned by everything that was sold on the beach. they just more or less tried to choose from whom to buy, so that at least they were neat. and now about the beach, the beach is big, but there was no place on it, you see, we got into the peak of the season. it hurts to go into the sea, I advise you to buy shoes, there is no garbage except for cigarette butts. and most importantly, the sea is deep, so you need to look after the children. now about the biggest disappointment is the boarding house BRIGANTINA. located on the main street 500 meters from the sea, when we chose it, we were given completely different information. so to the sea at least 10 minutes, the air conditioner in the room turned out to be for an additional fee (I wonder what I paid for when I checked in) and this miracle of Soviet production costs only 50 hryvnia per day. room cleaning is.....there is no shorter, and change of linen, too. food is a whole other issue. in ten days we ate meat three times. and who loves red borsh, do not eat it for a couple of months to get bored, here they will give it to you every day. yeah, there is still a waiter boy who delivers food to you, and touches everything with his own hands, with which he still manages to scratch his sweaty little body. he wears everything according to a scheme that is only understandable to him, so you can eat the first one and wait another 15 minutes for the second one, and the compote of patience was not always enough to wait. in general, I don’t know, thanks to the roofing felts of his dirty hands and the cook or the dirt in the kitchen, the whole family got a wonderful poisoning, a total of two days hugging the toilet. and as it turned out a little later, not only we had this misfortune. it was also lucky that they didn’t buy anything on the beach these days, so the source of the infection was immediately identified and, in order not to die of hunger, they ate activated charcoal for dessert in the remaining days, so just in case, well, they sort of stretched it out until the end of the holiday. draw a conclusion from all of the above, but for me there is no worse village on the coast of the southern coast of Crimea and there is no worse boarding house in a fishing