About Corfu. About travel luck. And more about how I spoiled the rest of my forehead.
It's good that there is our website and the program “Eagle and Tails. ” Thanks to them, my family and I went to Corfu prepared and savvy. I followed in the footsteps of the reviews on TurPravda and the O&R personnel. Everything was familiar in advance, but it was all the more interesting to see some new nuances.
For example, Lesya, who received a gold card, enjoyed a view of an unusual bay in the shape of a heart from the balcony of an expensive Golden Fox restaurant.
Well, I got to this Golden Fox. The view is good, but the restaurant is quite inexpensive.
Moreover, Lesya forgot to mention that the restaurant has a wonderful free pool.
He stands on his feet. And he is above the clouds.
And there is also an unusual toilet. To the right are women's cubicles. Ahead and to the left behind the wall are urinals. There is no door. Strange somehow.
Not far from this restaurant there is some old fortress on a tall rock. I bought tickets for my family, lit a cigarette, and began to look around for a place where I could sit quietly and drink beer while the family examined the ancient stones. But fig. A ticket attendant jumped out of the ticket office and pointed to my cane with her fingers and said that lame people like me are entitled to a free ticket. Thank you, of course, but there is absolutely no logic in this. A chipped staircase with failures leads to this fortress, which is more than one hundred years old. But, damn it, a freebie... And I, cursing, crawled to the top.
The Britons who met me in the middle of the ascent asked me why the hell I ran into such a top. After learning about the free ticket, they agreed that I had no other choice.
Then there were so-called. Channels of Love. A wildly promoted place and, therefore, crowds of people.
For good, it's just rather long and narrow fiords, where a thousand years ago the harsh Greek Vikings hid their drakars and knorrs. (Or what did the harsh Greek Vikings swim there? )
Nothing magical.
There, however, there is a wonderful and expensively equipped beach nearby, where sunbeds and umbrellas are free if you make an order at a local restaurant or bar for 15 E. A very good offer.
But in terms of boat rental, the place is unique. Firstly, the boat is given without co-operation. They just point fingers at a broken screw hanging on a tree and say that it costs 50 E. There are no distance restrictions. Rights are not needed. Prices start from 35 E for such a boat.
I got one for 46 . I keep repeating that self-driving a boat on the high seas cannot be compared in terms of sensations with any museums, excursions, etc.
And the children are just in puppy delight.
By the way, around these channels of love there are a lot of very smart shops where a tourist can buy all sorts of memorable souvenirs. (Behind me are shelves with a unique local kumquat liquor. )
The most important place to visit in Corfu, I think the bridge at the beginning of the runway of the local airport. The feeling is indescribable when a hefty plane is flying fifty meters above you.
The beginning of the runway to the left of the bridge.
There are sometimes many people on the bridge, sometimes few. Depends on how many tour buses arrive.
Forgive me friends. This is my first and hopefully my last selfie. It's just that if I didn't, the people around me would think I was crazy.
But regardless of the number of people, motorcycles and ATVs still ride on the bridge. It is not clear how they do not fall into the water.
Yes. Everything was great. Yes . Corfu is not Greece, but rather a cocktail from Italy, Great Britain and Austria-Hungary with Greek sauce.
Shopping street of the capital.
But somewhere on the fourth day, I began to remind myself of a kind of instagram fifteen-year-old girl. Well you know. They are photographed with pouted lips and with a facial expression - “Everything in life would have been. Nothing new. ”
One of the capital's houses.
I'm bored. Well, palm trees... Well, the sea... Regular palaces and old stones. Everything would already be……
View of Albania from the highest point of the island, Mount Pantakrator.
But the angel of TurPravda spread its wings over me and I was lucky. I became interested.
A strange, hefty ship appeared at sea for seeding, which slowly raised its sails on all masts. Or maybe it was the wings?
So. I'm driving down the highway and the kids are yelling that they want to swim. Well, I turned into the first available turn. And there on the beach there is an elegant arch and waiting for something.
Thirty minutes later, these two wonderful cars arrived.
And out of them came the bride and groom and the persons accompanying them.
In short, I got to a Greek wedding.
Guys! It was something! Sea. Yachts. Surf. Arch and small table. Several guests. And the padre crowns the newlyweds. Madre pours champagne, children clap, yachts move closer, the groom's friend waving a Greek flag, and the bridesmaids wipe away a tear. Beautiful, romantic, unusual, unforgettable. And, most importantly, inexpensive, unpretentious and without show-off.
After the ceremony, the whole company went on foot to a nearby restaurant.
Just before the trip, I watched the film "Bitter" with Svetlakov. It's also about the wedding. . . About our traditional wedding. Well, in general, yes.
After a couple of days, the luck was repeated. I was just driving along the road through a completely non-tourist village away from the sea and saw this.
And about a thousand tables and chairs were placed around. I went out and asked the man - what is it all about. Mushshchina turned out to be the mayor of this village and said that today they had a big holiday in honor of their patroness Paraskeva Pyatnitsa.
And invited me to come. Just in case, I clarified whether this is a real holiday or a tourist event. He replied that there would be no tourists except for my family, but there would be guests from the surrounding four villages. And we went.
In the center of Corfu (the capital) there is a huge lawn around which there is also a rather big parking lot. I have parked there several times. Conveniently. Without any SMS, you pay a person 3 E and bet at least for the whole day.
And somehow I taxied to the entrance, and there was a misunderstanding. At the security booth there is an old SUV, and in front of it, obliquely, cutting off, is this Audi A3 (rental price from 200 E per day). A modest, thin, middle-aged parking attendant is standing next to the car, and the people from the car are yelling something at him. I don't hear yet.
The person seems to be solid. Years 55 - 60. Thoroughbred nose, expensive hat and shirt. A glamorous kitty of 23 years old in a denim cap with rhinestones sits next to him.
A few minutes later, a "parking watchman" came out of the security booth. Hefty, ferocious Greek mafia-looking. And, leaning against the door, Audi also began to yell. The man in the hat answered him. I got out of the car and heard this dialogue -
- (English) What are you fucking putinman doing here. This is Corfu, not putinrash.
-( Eng) Fuck you. You yourself are pu.... (OH) nerd.
-( English) Don't you understand simple English words? The parking lot is full. Wait 5 minutes, someone will leave and we will let you in. No need to be rude and try to get through without a queue!
- (Eng) Fuck you dirty Abizyan! You...... and......... you!!!
In short, this horseradish in the hat did not know English. At the same time, the glamorous kitty was frankly ashamed of his daddy.
In the end, the woodpecker got it and he filed back, almost soldering into my bumper.
Mafioso left, and the bloke continued to swear at the modest parking attendant. At the same time, he spat at him five times.
When the queue reached him, he crumpled up a twenty-euro bill, threw it at the parking attendant's feet, spat at him again and drove off to park. To the honor of the parking attendant, I must say that he managed to pick up this lump and throw it into the back seat.
When it was my turn, the mafioso again came out and, having learned that I was Russian, he also began to yell at me. I interrupted him and asked - what claims to me? He immediately cooled down and apologized and said that he had been working in this parking lot for 20 years. Corfu is an island that is customary to visit with all sorts of celebrities and millionaires. Movie stars, Formula 1 racers, Arab sheikhs parked at him, but he had never seen anything like it.
Fucking shame!! ! To say that I am brutalized is to say nothing.
Putting down my Peugeot, I walked around the parking lot and found this Audi. The goon and kiso had already left and the roof was up. But I had to do something. And I did.
I went to the kiosk and bought a pen and notebook. On a torn-out sheet, he wrote - YOU ARE ALREADY ON THE INTERNET OLD ASSHOLE and shoved this poster under his janitor.
I think that's the end of his vacation. Of course, the girl stroked his bald head in the evening and consoled him - don't cry. You are not old. But there was definitely no sex. Then, most likely, he spent a day on the Internet in search of old assholes. And then he got paranoid. He saw cameras and microphones everywhere.
Maybe he's an official. Don't know. But he was definitely with his mistress (by the way, I have no complaints about the girl. She was really ashamed of him). But I don't regret doing it. For...
Okay. Enough negativity. Here are some pics to lift your spirits. Russian salad Corfuni style. Potatoes, pickled cucumbers, carrots and 50 percent mayonnaise.
The cutest square in a mountain village.
There were several cafes there. I especially liked this table.
Cottage of Austrian Hungarian Empress Sisi. (Stress on the second syllable).
In the near future I will write about a trip from Corfu to Albania.
Thanks for reading.
