It turned out very funny with this very “bee farm”, I bought into the proposal for an excursion to the zoo (the tour is not free, from my own tour operator), which I regretted very much, because the zoo itself was only an hour and a half there, the guide was at a crazy pace drove the group, not letting them linger and see at least something, but there was something to see at the zoo! As it turned out later, in order to have time to visit 4-5 stores. First on the list was the "bee farm". A store specializing in the sale of honey and all sorts of things related to the honey theme, such as bee bread, some kind of mead tinctures, and so on. In the yard, against the backdrop of several beehives, the group was met by an extremely talkative peasant, he endlessly went and talked nonsense, made non-existent diagnoses right and left, mixing it all with jokes from the “below the belt” category.
Our guide disappeared to no one knows where, and the group was taken to one of several auditoriums, seated at tables, and the same man began to lecture on the benefits and uniqueness of the goods offered. Here, one after another, he took out jars with “royal jelly” (the volume is no less than a liter! ), then “unique” honey, then boxes with “pollen”, he smeared all this on the hands and faces, which were so numb from such impudence of tourists , offered to try some kind of muddy slurry in cups. He declared all the men present impotent, and the ladies, respectively, infertile, frigid, wrinkled climates, children lagging behind in development. In short, if you've ever had the "happiness" of meeting Herbalife sellers and Jehovah's Witnesses, you'll know the tricks without fail.
After the lecture, the thirsty audience was finally released to the coveted counters, where everyone could satisfy their needs for "royal jelly", "nectars", "balms" and other drugs that had become so essential in their lives. At the end of the second hour of stay in this institution, the guide finally showed up. The people, fairly overstocked with beekeeping products (which, apparently, cannot be found in Russia even during the day with fire), began loading onto the bus. The next in the “excursion” program was a certain coffee shop, where, according to stories, visitors were offered to buy coffee, which was eaten and almost digested by some rodents and also gave a lecture. Personally, I interrupted the "excursion"
Our guide disappeared to no one knows where, and the group was taken to one of several auditoriums, seated at tables, and the same man began to lecture on the benefits and uniqueness of the goods offered. Here, one after another, he took out jars with “royal jelly” (the volume is no less than a liter! ), then “unique” honey, then boxes with “pollen”, he smeared all this on the hands and faces, which were so numb from such impudence of tourists , offered to try some kind of muddy slurry in cups. He declared all the men present impotent, and the ladies, respectively, infertile, frigid, wrinkled climates, children lagging behind in development. In short, if you've ever had the "happiness" of meeting Herbalife sellers and Jehovah's Witnesses, you'll know the tricks without fail.
After the lecture, the thirsty audience was finally released to the coveted counters, where everyone could satisfy their needs for "royal jelly", "nectars", "balms" and other drugs that had become so essential in their lives. At the end of the second hour of stay in this institution, the guide finally showed up. The people, fairly overstocked with beekeeping products (which, apparently, cannot be found in Russia even during the day with fire), began loading onto the bus. The next in the “excursion” program was a certain coffee shop, where, according to stories, visitors were offered to buy coffee, which was eaten and almost digested by some rodents and also gave a lecture. Personally, I interrupted the "excursion"
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