Deja vu-2
The morning of January 1st was sunny. Grabbing a bottle of port wine, we set off on a traditional walk along the Sunny Path. Stopped a couple of times to recharge.
While we were charging, a group of young animals in carnival costumes ran up. And how do people have so much health to run on January 1?
And the squirrels are something to be seen! Apparently, they had a lot of work on New Year's Eve, now they are resting!
Having somehow completed our trip, we drove up to Alupka by the 115th bus. A cloud was creeping up from Ai-Petri. But it was surprisingly quiet. The park was quite crowded, but it began to rain, and the people began to disperse, freeing benches by the ponds. Having chosen one of them under a tree, they spread the underclothes brought from home and drank a port bag under the almonds. On a neighboring bench, despite the rain, a particularly persistent people also used something.
Smelling almonds, a titmouse flew in. Gourmet, damn it!
The rain intensified, we must go to dry and warm ourselves. I don’t remember where, but we became aware that our favorite branded store of Massandra wines has been opened. Naturally, they moved there. But alas, ah! It turned out to be closed because it was Monday, and on the door there was a sign with a work schedule, where it was written in black and white - closed Sunday and Monday. It's good that we didn't go to the New World yesterday. Surely they have the same schedule, and we would have to merge in a passionate kiss with a lock on the store door.
However, we had a faint hope that at least the tasting room around the corner was open. The same sign said it was open daily. But even here they didn’t pour us a drink - on the occasion of the holiday, today they tasted until 14.00. And it was already 15.00.
Not salty slurping, let's go to the bus stop. The security guard at the entrance assured us that the buses were running today (they didn't run on January 1st last year). Not even a year passed (we waited almost an hour), and we left for Yalta.
And in Yalta, it seems, there was no rain at all. So, having refreshed ourselves, we went for a walk again. There were many more people than the day before. Creeped out.
According to the pedometer, today we walked 18.5 km. For the 1st of January, in general, very good!
Peeking at the forecast with one eye, they still did not want to believe it. They promised rain all day. What to do? How to get into the mountains?
It didn't rain in the morning, but it rained at night. It was not worth starting a serious trip today - and it's dangerous and we're hustling like pigs. We decided to take a light track in the gorge of three mountains. But first, on the way you need to run into the winery. It's already Tuesday and the second company store should be open! Taki worked! And the prices! My dear mother, where have we been before? Like in the good old days, New Year's discounts. Of course, port for 38 hryvnias is not at all the same as for 400 rubles. But compared to the prices in Yalta stores, it is very humane.
Moreover, the aunt-seller said that they also worked last year. And we thought not! Ohohohonyushki! How many sweets are not drunk!
Out of greed, we bought two whole bottles - "Bastardo" and "Lacrima Christie". To drag them uphill, of course, is hard. But why are we not tourists? Walk empty!
We left the store to look for the road to Dolossi. The last few times we drove there by bus and already managed to forget where the road begins. Podlukav, asked the aunt. She explained, having previously asked if we knew how much to sip there? We knew it. What is there to go?
On a relatively deserted road in the middle of the forest, with a relatively slight slope, with great pleasure we walked to the village. The backpack, however, was carried in turn.
We didn't go down right away, considering that it would be too short a walk. Instead, we went up the road on the opposite slope. At the top there is an observation deck from where you can clearly see Yalta. But the weather was so-so. Clouds were creeping from the mountains, and Yalta, on the contrary, was flooded with sun. My equipment could not withstand such a contrast. The photo is so-so.
On the way back we met a lone horse in a harness. Strange, but where is the rider?
The horse did not answer the question. But the riddle was quickly resolved - another horse appeared around the corner, but already with a man on board. They were accompanied by a small dog. When this group approached, I decided that this man was a forester. This was evidenced by his external camouflaged appearance. He asked me where we were heading. Just in case, I just said “down”, without going into details. Not much has changed here. Maybe you can't walk here anymore? To avoid further questions, she quickly changed the subject, neighing at his "terrible guard" in the form of a shaggy mongrel. The man said "okay! " went further. And we went down into the gorge.
And where would he get scared? Something is wrong with the water!
Already almost at the very bottom there was a decent waterfall, but a group settled there, forcing a long table with all sorts of differences. We went down even lower and there I found a more or less suitable bath. Performed a ritual bath. Whoo! Great! Vadik abstained.
Let's go to the track. Something we still a little passed today. Across the road, “Victory Square” was posted in large letters. We have never been there. Each time descending from the mountains, they ran into this inscription, but they never had enough strength. Now they are still warm. Let's go up the stairs.
But they didn't lead anywhere. Having made a loop, the path went to the same track, but higher. Tyuyuyuyu! Here is the square for you!
And the forces are still glimmering! We went up the road. Somewhere there must be a road down to the sea, to the Massandra beach. They asked oncoming people, looked at the phone, but found the way. Not Newton's binomial. It even turned out that the road lies through the park. We heard that there is a Massandra park, but we have never been there. Well, the park is so-so. Old, neglected, like Livadia. But still nice, and most importantly - in the city. And you don't need to go anywhere.
But how long can you carry these bottles? If we had a corkscrew with us, we would have dealt with them quickly. And so I had to drag myself home and open it there. And then go to drink on the embankment.
We walked 22.8 km that day.
