Charming killers in Sevas
It's me again. This year there were trips to the Svyatogorsky Monastery with a stop in the park of forged figures in Donetsk. Beautiful! The monastery is palpably a holy place. There was a trip to the Sofievsky arboretum in Uman. Impressive harmony of nature and human thought!
But the most grandiose event, just a dream come true - to visit Sevastopol. Someone will say: “Chu, dream&==)”. I will answer: “Yes, a dream! ” I rested in the mountainous part of the Crimea, from Feodosia to Alupka, in Evpatoria, I was in Kazantip. But Sevas ignored her. Last year I had a chance to stay in this glorious city for only 2 hours. Liked! But somehow all other plans and ideas were realized...
When planning a vacation, thoughts about Sevas haunted me. It was decided, definitely Sevastopol. And now, autumn, vacation, the company of charming killers is assembled, the suitcases are packed. After a little hassle, we ride the train.
The road to Simfer is already familiar. You can sleep. There was no more sleep in Simfer. I look out the window. The mountains are already of the type and not Crimean. Low, flat. Then we drove through the mountains. Rocks on both sides! It's strange, it's 9 am, and the light is on - we dive into the tunnel. Here the cathedral in the rock hangs right above the railway! Then - the sea with warships. A friend just clings to Lepota's window with a camera!
Having dumped not a big fool with a settlement (nothing, science for the future), we settle on Heroes of Stalingrad near Omega Beach. The beach is small. But we didn't get to rest on it. We just went to have a look. The apartment is normal. The hostess too. We saw her twice: the first day and the last.
Well, that was the last trouble of our voyage. True, the planned Fiolent for this day "covered himself. " Nothing, we will visit next time. ; ). On this day, we got a pleasant share of surprises on the way.
The excursions were self-guided. A map and a survey of local residents helped. Normal people, easy to contact, explain everything. On the second day we went to Balaklava. Minibus to the 5th km, and there, in my opinion, minibus number 9. There, of course, were in the submarine museum. Impressed. True, there are no real boats. Then we stocked up in a branded shop for a glass of wine and went on a skiff to some beach in front of Cape Aya. Sit down and swim. The vodka is great! Cool but clean! Somewhere around 18-00 sailed to Balaklava. They wanted to fall in one cafe, but there we were a bit nasty and we fell in the next one. Everything was in there.
The next day was Monday. Unfortunately, you can't see fish at the Institute of the South Seas on this day and there are no excursions to the winery. But on the advice of comrades from the Guests of Sevastopol, we still decided to sail by ship to Inkerman. I really liked the monastery on the railway! Yes, and hunting was to wander through the ruins of the Kolomita fortress (we did not have time to wander around Chembelo) The boat left somewhere at 13-30. We went to Panorama. Delegations were waiting there. Okay, we'll see later. Taking a picture of the anchors and cannons in the redoubts, we got an ectetical pleasure, seeing the city from the ferris wheel! Then we arrived at the Grafskaya pier. There, children were accepted as citizens of the city. There were many sailors. Having posed against their background, which amused everyone, we decided, isn't it time to sing?
We slowed down in some green cafe near the count's. Who ate what, but at reasonable prices and the same quality. There was still time. Went down to the sundial. They could not see enough of the unusual color of the water! Just breathe in the sea! It was time to return. For 3 UAH we saw different ships, shipyards, fat seagulls, Holland, fuel tanks, windmills, in short, a lot of fun. Then, having equipped ourselves, we went up to the monastery. Wandered, thought, each about his own. The beauty! Climb up the ruins. Ruins like ruins. But the views are beautiful! After taking photos, we returned to our homes, or rather to Sevas.
On the morning of the last day we planned a trip to other ruins - Chersonese. We were told that if you come to Matins at 8-00, then the passage is free. We arrived at 8-10. Estesno, already paid! Let's go to the cathedral. Beautiful! It's gloomy inside. But the second floor is the realm of light, warmth and lightness. Then we examined the ruins of the theatre, walked along the main street of Chersonese. Where are the bell and columns? Climbing up the hill, we saw them. We row along another street. Wow! The bell was screwed on. But, if you try, you can call. We photographed the columns of the temple, which we used to draw on the hryvnia bill, we go down to the sea. It is deep blue, clean and warm. . . But, alas, it's time to leave. : (
Having written down the hostess' phone number, we grab things and go to the bus station. We do not say goodbye, Sevas, we say - Goodbye!
Struck by the water in the sea. Firstly, color, and secondly - purity! Only an earnest request - citizens having a rest - when you drink on the berth or shore, do not throw garbage and bottles into the sea! Much has been said about the dangers to the sea. It ruins your photos too!
