Hunting is worse than bondage, or what is bad luck and how to deal with it-2
Vadik's birthday is this year. And not some unfortunate 50, but as many as 60! And, of course, you need to spend this day somehow outside the box. Not a face in olive oil. Began to think about it since the fall of last year. And why not follow in the footsteps of Polina along the pilgrim trail? Like “old age won’t find me at home, I’m on the road, I’m on the way. ” Moreover, since April, Wizzair promised to launch a direct flight Kyiv-Lisbon. Well, or, as an option, fly with a transfer in Warsaw, but straight to Porto. That would be a little cheaper. And take with you an experienced wanderer, Verka's husband. Under this shop, we concocted our biopassports, although the old foreigners still live for 5 years.
In the meantime, we went to Sri Lanka in November, and when we returned, we found that Wizzair had changed his mind about flying to Lisbon in May, and flights from Kyiv to Warsaw were moved from evening to morning (or vice versa), which made the connection completely inconvenient. Oh goodbye Portugal! And where to go? Think, crocodile, think! There are many options, of course. You just need to somehow justify the purchase of new passports and go to unloved Europe.
Oh! Greece! We have not been there yet, and it is quite attractive to us. You just need to take your daughter with you. She once knew Greek, but has already forgotten, but her English is on top. Only a son-in-law (which is good) and a granddaughter (which is not very good) are attached to the daughter. And without a car in Greece there is nothing to do. The son-in-law is quite suitable for drivers. But where to put Verka's husband now? In Greece, a child car seat is mandatory, it will not work on your knees. Therefore, the fifth adult is superfluous. Renting a seven-seater car is almost twice as expensive. Yes, problem! How would it be more tactful to tell an old friend that he is no longer needed?
But, as is usually the case, the problem resolved itself. While we were waiting for the children's passport, tickets doubled. After calculating the estimated costs (tickets, hotels, car rental and gasoline), I decided that 500 euros per nose for a week without food is too much. What did we not see in that Greece?
Oh, burn it all! Let's go to Turkey - cheap and cheerful. Verkin's husband decided not to go (fuh, a mountain from his shoulders! ). And the daughter was already so fired up with the trip that it was not enough to throw her off her tail.
According to early booking, a month and a half before departure, a tour to the budget five with a departure from Zaporozhye was purchased from Aneks. I won’t say that it’s really cheap - 900 bucks for the two of us, and 975 for two and a half. And, as it usually happens to me, once again I was convinced that early booking is a complete crap! After a week or two, a tour for two became cheaper by a hundred bucks, and even the rate fell. Oh, my karma is like stepping on the same rake?
But, as it turned out, they were still flowers. Going once again to the site of Aneks, in order to spoil my mood, I accidentally noticed that we were not arriving at all in Zaporozhye, but already in Kharkov! That's really lucky, so lucky! In hysterics, I write in TA, but they are neither asleep nor in spirit. But they reassured us that they would deliver us to Zaporizhia free of charge. Here is happiness! With a one-year-old child, an extra five hours of rattling in the bus! But there is nothing to be done, the money has already been paid. As it turned out, Zaporozhye airport was suddenly decided to be closed for repairs.
On the day of departure, a hired driver picked us up to take us to Zaporozhye airport. More precisely, it was not yet a day at all, but 4 in the morning. The road to Zaporozhye is a complete absence of a road. Few dare to make money on it. But if they decide, then they decide. For the off-road section of 230 km, 1.600 hryvnias were requested. Initially, we wanted to ask a relative to take us in a company car, but not long before that, he had quite successfully broken his arm and, thus, was spared our requests.
Fortunately, manyunya was not capricious and spent all three hours of off-road with her mother under her boobs. The great thing is breastfeeding!
The carrier is Atlas Global. Absolutely nothing. The flight was not delayed. Turkish stewardesses gave me water to drink - and thanks for that. The granddaughter survived the flight normally, but the daughter was motion sick. She has been suffering from this since childhood.
Antalya Airport. We are waiting for luggage. We handed over 2 units - a battered suitcase and a zero bag, which I won at the TP in a difficult battle with the best authors. We were too lazy to wind up on our own, and the toad crushed the toad to pay 70 UAH. We are waiting, sir. Let's go handbags, suitcases, pretty shabby. A pen with a tag arrived, but without a suitcase. Wow! Thank God, not our pen. Our purse arrived - worn out, but it seems to be whole. And here is the suitcase! The wheels were torn out with meat and an axle! Yeah! It was, it was, but it hasn't happened yet! Wheels were lost. Vadik specially installed a reinforced axle and new wheels. Last time we had the code lock torn out. But this is not fatal - a small padlock was hung on the zipper dogs. But now, it seems, the suitcase has become obsolete - it cannot be restored. And, I think, dressing with a film would not have saved him. The son-in-law had to drag the wounded man by the handle. Apparently, at airports there are special units for tearing out suitcase wheel handles.
Let's get on the bus. It's already full. The impudent people sat down one by one. I had to push. Daughter is sick. We entertain the small one alternately with the son-in-law, but from time to time she wants to visit her mother, she starts to whine. The road to Kirish stretches endlessly. Finally, by three o'clock in the afternoon we arrived at our Daimu resort.
We were late for lunch, but we settled in immediately. We were given rooms in the same building and even on the same (fourth) floor, but at different ends of the corridor. The kids went to bed and we ran to the pool bar. The choice of drinks was impressive, but I only wanted beer, because on the evening before departure we had a good time in a cafe with friends. Having quenched a little thirst, changed clothes and went to the sea. Well, just say hello. There they found another bar and a type of canteen. She worked until 16 and we managed to have a bite to eat. In the sea, the water was 23 degrees. Not that much, but quite. Checking out at the sea and in the bar, we went back to change clothes. We had one important thing.
We chose Turkey for a reason. It would be trite and boring. We decided to spend the DR unforgettable - take an excursion to Cappadocia and fly there in a hot air balloon. To this end, we went to look for a local travel agency.
Preparing for the trip, I slightly inquired about the price of the issue. It turned out to be very robust - one hundred and fifty from the nose for a two-day excursion, plus the same amount of flight. However! But sixty years is not every day or even every year. Therefore, we decided not to huddle.
Five years ago, when we visited Turkey for the first time, we bought excursions from Ginza, recommended by experienced travelers. Maxwelltour was also praised, however, last time we only came across Ginza, we bought from her and were, in principle, satisfied. Now, along the route of movement, we first came across some unfamiliar agency, either Mars or March. Come in. Cappadocia was selling for 80. Wow! Not 150! Now fine. But go further. We saw the name "Ginza". There we were already offered for 90. But this is Ginza! Although, they looked at the taken booklet and found that it says TA “Free Moon”. Weird, weird! Next we saw Maxwell's sign. We also went there. There, in general, we were told that a two-day tour costs 110 bucks, but we won’t have time to fly a balloon, we need to take a 3-day tour for 145. Well, no! I can't go for this! 3 days without all-inclusive!
Further along the course we saw another Ginza and went in to clear our conscience. Here we were immediately asked what prices were offered to us? I evasively answered that they are different. The manager, who speaks excellent Russian, offered us a great price of 75 bucks per person and said that they have a real Ginza, and there are agencies that mow for them. Of course, we decided to take a tour from him. But then he called somewhere and said that they still have to pay another 10 bucks for entrance tickets. Here is the beetle! Broke it up! Anyway. But he offered us rafting for 10 bucks. I wanted to order for my son-in-law, but after learning the price, I also wanted to. If, of course, we survive after the balloon.
So, the next day, or rather the night, we are going to Cappadocia. Departure at 3.15. Ohohohonyushki! And why should I?
Back at the hotel, they found my daughter in a very deplorable condition. She was still very, very sick. She periodically vomited, and in the most inappropriate places. And dinner has already begun. She hated to think about food, but she had to eat something. I went to the canteen to get her some fruit. Oranges, watermelons. Exactly what is needed. Putting watermelon on a plate, she tried to leave the dining room, but was stopped by a vigilant food selector. She explained that her daughter could not even come here. Some other man, apparently the eldest, allowed me to take out the plate. Having somehow stuffed a couple of pieces into herself, the daughter went into the room until she had time to turn her out.
Whatever it was, but I woke up before dawn. Well, since I woke up, I ran to the sea to meet the sun. So-so dawn. C grade.
After breakfast, we went to explore the nearby hill of Chalysh in the territory of the Olympos National Park.
At the end of the village we saw an exchange office. The course did not please - only 4.035. With the official - 4.44. Robbery! We reached the beginning of the path. Contrary to my expectations, we did not meet any cordons and walked freely through the pine forest. Well, not exactly walking. We stomped up the path with our tongues on our shoulders.
Krymus vulgaris. I mean, ordinary Crimea. The same landscapes, the same smells.
No, I'm lying. In some places, some sweetish aroma was added, and it was no longer the Crimea, but Goa or Sri Lanka. A very pleasant walk. The air is just amazing! And there is no trash. Almost. Sometimes there were empty water bottles lying around. Here are the people! Well, you brought it full, it's easier to carry it empty!
We climbed along the path to a wide road leading to the top with a flag. But something like “control point” was written on the map, and I was afraid to meet some foresters there who would demand money from us, so we didn’t go there, but decided to go down to Kemer and leave from there back to Kirish. So it will be faster. Yes, and some money needs to be changed. On the map there was another branch to the pirate bay, but we decided to leave it for later. At 11.30 we have a meeting with the hotel guide. We have not needed it for three hundred years, but we need to go just in case.
View of Kemer from the hill
We came to Kemer. We were here five years ago, but it seems that we didn’t see anything but the clock tower. Need to fill the gap. We also found Moonlight Beach and an alley with shops.
Moonlight Beach
Kemer
It took us an hour to see everything. We need to find an exchanger. Found. Heading 4.125. Already better, but still something will not be enough! Found another one. Same song. Running to look further was running out of time. I had to change ten. There was a sign with prices on the bus. To Kiris 3 lira.
We returned to the hotel and, turning into a bar, went to meet the guide. It turned out to be a nice girl Julia. She spent an hour talking about excursions. Good thing we took a glass of beer with us. Having finished his drink, Vadik intelligently fell asleep. He knows how to do it. But not me. I had to take in. The prices were not 2 times higher than the local ones, but higher. For example, Pamukkale has 55, and Ginza has 30. True, only today and only for us she can make a discount of $ 2! Cappadocia was not offered, and I did not ask. After handing over our vouchers and type insurance for registration, we faded away.
The children were not present at the meeting and I was a little worried. I tried a couple of times to scrape into their room, but they did not respond, and there was a “do not disturb” sign on the door. Went with Vadik to the sea. I went into the water, swam some distance and saw suspicious... I can’t even think of a name. I saw some fig. Turned back and stumbled upon a film of nasty manure. I was turned over. Raking the water in front of her, she jumped out of the sea like a bullet and ran to the shower. Fu, damn it! I suppose they poured a bucket from the yacht! And the children are splashing on the shore! Kapets! I told Vadik about this, and we went to the pool. There I finally met my kids. My daughter has already returned to normal, to my great relief.
We lay by the pool, looking towards the water park. By the way, it's free for us. Why not go there right after dinner? My son-in-law decided to join us when the girls were going to sleep. Daughter, of course, upset, but what to do? Such is her heavy maternal share!
After having lunch, we went to the water park. At the entrance I was asked to show the contents of the bag. Having found two oranges there, which I took out of the canteen and safely forgot about them, the guard took them away and said that they would lie with him. Well, let them lie down.
The water park was very personal! Taking a double bun climbed to the top floor. There were two steep slides from there.
We rolled down from one first. Liked. Let's go to the second one. This one was super cool! But there it was so unfolding that Vadka was slightly let down. When the bun flew up to the very edge, it seemed that we would fly out now! We didn’t fly out, but at the end the bun turned over into the water with us. Then they took turns riding. Watching from a sun lounger was also fun.
One guy fell off the bun before reaching the edge. Yes, it's fun! And a little further away I watched a picture - there are three separate slides like springboards.
People were moving down from them on their belly face forward and, taking off to a decent height, fell into the pool, who managed to group as best they could. Head off!
The son-in-law came up. I showed him those slides and said - look at the idiots! He said "aha! " and ran off to ride. And I also rode on the slides easier, skinned my back at the joints, because they were plush. For a snack, I left a slide called “cauldron”. I would call it differently - "toilet". First, they drove me through the pipes, and then they washed me into a deep container, where I drank water with bleach. Ugh! Enough with me!
And then Vadik remembered that we had to pick up our insurance from the hotel guide before 17.00. And we have to go to such a distance, and even fly! It will be very useful to take insurance with you. She glanced at the clock - ten minutes to. I run to the reception. At the exit, I asked where my oranges, deposited? The guard sniffed the back of his head and reached into the trash can. I rolled with laughter and moved on.
I ran into my son-in-law at the reception. At first I didn’t understand, I thought he came to pick up the vouchers, although how did he know? He wasn't at the meeting. And only then did she notice that he was pressing a bandage to his chin. It turned out that he climbed to ride from those crazy slides where they ride face forward and dive. The third time in a row ended badly for him - he cracked his beard on the edge of the hill and now he needs medical help. So he came to the hotel guide to talk about insurance. And insurance with a deductible of 30 bucks! I saw it, but it didn't matter. Why do we need insurance? This is so, for peace of mind! But nothing! Give me thirty dollars for nothing! Yes, I drive a fly on glass for such grandmas! Chi no injury! Well, the skin was cut! As a child, I also cracked my chin on the ice and opened my skin. So I didn’t even tell my mother.
The daughter came running with a whimpering baby, which, apparently, was raised ahead of time. She decided to sew up. She handed me the baby, and they were taken to the hospital.
While I was rolling the stroller to the beach, the little one was screaming with a good obscenity. None of the amusements I used at home worked. But by the water she calmed down and enthusiastically helped me throw stones into the water. I didn’t bathe her because I didn’t find a spare diaper in the stroller. We limited ourselves to the lock of the legs.
My mother was so-so. Having given birth, I did not go to the academy, I continued to study, and with the presence of two grandmothers, the child somehow grew up. I do not differ in love for children, but a granddaughter is completely different from my own child. I came two or three times a week for 3 hours, played enough and, with a sense of accomplishment, went home to sleep peacefully. Beauty!
However, it's been two hours already! Where are they? Dinner has already begun! And we need to have time to get drunk and sleep until 3 o'clock in the morning! We went to the canteen. Feeding our baby is not an attraction for the faint of heart. She eats with appetite, but she doesn’t want to sit in a chair - she crawls out, jumps. After each spoon, he pulls at least something into his mouth - a toy or just a hand. At home, she already rolled over once on the floor. After that, I feed her only by putting her in a cage (playpen). Not very hygienic, but safe.
Children appeared already at the beginning of the ninth. Delov for 5 minutes, and they purged them for more than 3 hours. The doctor had endless conversations with the insurance company, which asked the same questions a hundred times. And, of course, first of all, they took an alcohol test. Good thing my son-in-law didn't drink. And this is a bad case. And if, God forbid, something serious? Get lost while you're rescued! Yes, pay 30 bucks first! Yes, for this money you will be sewn up from head to toe! Although... Okay, I will not talk about what I do not know. And I don't want to know!
To be continued
