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19 July 2011 Travel time: with 28 June 2011 on 06 July 2011
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Tour "Summer Temptation" from 28.06. 2011 - 06.07. 2011, operator Chord tour, director Olga Rybina, bus Neoplan, flight 907. Subjective response of a tourist with many exclamation marks and lyrical digressions!

It's raining all day,

Drum on the glass,

Runs down the roofs,

Runs the ground.

It's raining

On weak shoulders

Heavenly sorrow…

If the rain on the way is a good omen, then I was washed by a good omen, first in Sumy, when it seemed that the heavens had opened and there, above, arranged a general rinse for us, the earthlings; then in Kyiv, during a sprint race to the station. Wet, cold, but inside everything froze in joyful anticipation of a miracle from the next trip.

Day 1. The train to Lviv was an hour late, I called Accord's representatives, a taxi was waiting for me and two of the latecomers near the station, which transported us to the bus that left (the taxi was at the expense of Accord - thank you!

- this is a question whose problem is force majeure that occurs during travel).


The group is small, many in Europe for the first time. But there were no latecomers or chronically dissatisfied in the tour - thank you to all the comrades for that! ! ! ! ! In terms of technical aspects - everything is excellent - bus, hotels (three and four star), breakfasts and dinners (Croatia), selection of films while moving, information about countries and more. Special thanks to our manager Olga, drivers Volodymyr and Mykhailo - when people do their job professionally and with pleasure, it is nice to be the same job!

Border standard 3 hours, moving in the direction of Tokay.

In anticipation of the tasting, I am inspired by Voltaire's impressions of Tokai wine "… its sweets and fortress revive man, this wine activates all the convolutions of the brain and ignites in the depths of the soul a magical fireworks display of wit and joy…" Exactly ignites!

Even I, a lover of dry wines, unexpectedly liked the sweet Tokaj wine. Plus a delicious goulash with cheese buns… mmmmmm…. Today there are three birthdays in the group - conducted by a professional toastmaster (hello Lube to Vinnytsia! ) And a fourth glass of wine, together, without getting into the notes or the melody, but we sincerely sing with the whole band "Happy Birthday". I hope the birthdays were happy)))

Moving to Budapest. Night lodging.

Day 2. Sightseeing tour of Budapest. The guide, having learned that the elective at Szentendre, did not type and do not rush anywhere, spent five! ! ! ! ! hour tour of the city.

This is not my first time in Budapest, but since the city did not visit me during the last visit, I went on a sightseeing tour again. my… Which doesn't make it worse or better. Just not mine.

In my free time, most of the band soaked in the baths of the intersection, and I went for a walk in the capital of Hungary.

Vaidahunyad Castle Park (I wonder, it's just my language trying to rearrange the letters in the name of the park in a less decent position ?!


))) - an exhibition of unusual modern art - in a small lake created a flooded city - cars, houses, benches with street lamps and even a dry closet; a monument to Anonymous, a faceless monk who kept a chronicle of Hungary; Heroes' Square - with a monument to the 1000th anniversary of the resettlement of Hungarians to their current places of residence; Andrá ssy Avenue - the main highway of the city, such as the Hungarian Champs Elysees; West Station, designed by the French company Eiffel; Margit Island with a singing fountain and a cup of coffee in a cozy cafe - everything, free time is over ...It's starting to rain, well, it's been a long time - we already missed)))

Transfer to a transit overnight stay in the city of Schumeg. The hotel is located right at the foot of the fortress of the same name. In the night lighting the fortress looks very impressive. BUT!

From the balcony of the neighbors is clearly the best view.

I'm sorry, I made an illegal intrusion into the neighborhood balcony with the selfish purpose of getting good photos)))

Day 3. Early rise. Independent excursion up the hill to the fortress is closed. The guard dog barked at us for order. In Russian they explained to him that we are tourists - probably understood, because he no longer barked)))

Road to Croatia. Border. Carefully inspect several bags. All of them left the Schengen area and entered the territory of Croatia. The views outside the window are such that it is enough to take an empty frame from the picture and look through it at the masterpieces of landscapes floating outside the window… "The gods wanted to glorify what they created, and on the last day of tears . »/ Б. Show/

From practical information - the sea is full of sea urchins, it is advised not to swim in the sea with bare feet, but to buy special slippers.

From what I read at home on one of the forums, I quote the author - you scared me with your hedgehogs - tell me, and if I do not touch them - they will not attack me with the whole pack? ! ! ))) So, hedgehogs - peaceful creatures, do not gather in flocks and do not attack tourists, they can be inadvertently stepped on, then the needle breaks and remains in the leg, and then long and painfully out.


That's the end of the scarecrows. Arrived in Opatija - a nice resort town located in the bay of Kvarner Bay at the foot of Mount Uchka, which protects Opatija from the winds and creates a wonderful microclimate. The average temperature here is several degrees higher than in the surrounding areas, so in many parks of Opatija grow magnolias, palms, bamboo and other subtropical plants. The most striking attraction of the resort - the promenade with a total length of 12 km, laid from the harbor of Volosko through the park of Opatija to Lovran.

Representatives of famous royal surnames used to walk on it ...

Evening sea. Calm waves growl softly on sunny days. The breath of the sea is slow and calm, here you feel the salty smell of the wind and the iodine taste of the air ...The sunset is not visible, but it can be guessed by the pale pink reflection on the sea surface ...You stand on the shore started ...

Day 4. The alarm clock rang at 5 am. It is cloudy outside the window. A moment of doubt, and do not sleep yet? ! ! . But the creative beginning won, and I, armed with a swimsuit and a camera, went to meet the dawn over the sea. Birds are singing. The sea is warm. Hedgehogs in place. Clear water. The sun is hard to guess from the dense rain clouds. After yesterday's walk through the city and the ascents, descents to the sea, the body found a lot of new, previously unknown muscles and they are trying to get sick)))

Today the elective is in Plitvice Lakes National Park.

On the way back there was a tasting of different types of cheese, honey and local spirits. I was congratulated on my birthday over a glass of local brandy. Unexpected and pleasant. Particularly unexpected was the gift - a bouquet of wildflowers and live butterflies, which had to be released. Butterflies, while waiting in the bag for me to solemnly release them, became so friendly that at first they crawled lazily on my palm, not planning to fly away. And then, while I was carrying them to the tree, suddenly came to life and began to actively engage in procreation))) Such romanticism is multiplied by natural instincts)))

A day according to the classics - the loss of balance from happiness is an important part of the balance of life.

Day 5. Trying to meet the dawn №2. Successful.

Backlight. Failures in the shadows. Burns on the camera matrix. I never tire of admiring the beauty of nature.

Especially in those moments when the sun slowly crosses the horizon, glistening happily in every drop of the boundless sea surface.


The band did not qualify for the elective "Istria Tour - the eternity of Rome, the elegance of Venice and the charm of the Mediterranean", the alternative of a full day on the beach in the position of a starfish did not suit me. It was decided to go to the bus station, get on the first bus that will go outside the resort area and go on an independent sightseeing tour. Where fate will send. Fate sent to Pula))) Suddenly I found two more friends from the adventure. Bought tickets. Immersed.

Lyrical digression. The intercity bus, which runs between the small towns of one region, was a Euroclass bus with soft seats, air conditioning and a TV.

Roads of district importance of such quality and in such a state that our leadership "Dorrembudov" must immediately die of envy… Eh… Croatia went through the war in the 90's… And we, judging by our ways, are in a zone of constant hostilities… (( (

Thus, Pula is the largest city in Istria, located on the edge of the peninsula. Founded by the ancient Greeks, but the city's heyday dates back to ancient Rome. Sights of Roman times have survived to the present day - the Colosseum (the third largest in Europe), the Arc de Triomphe, the Arena Amphitheater, the Double Gate. The city, in my opinion, is quite modern with a touch of ancient monuments… Not preserved the very atmosphere, the spirit of the city. Therefore, after walking around the old part, visiting the main attractions and taking favorite photos of each tourist "I and the monument", we went to the bus station with a clear conscience. Our path lay in Rovinj.

Rovin - founded by the Romans in the III century, located on a peninsula, similar in shape to a drop, in the center of which is the cathedral. The archipelago of the city, which offers a magnificent panorama from the shoreline of its historic center, has 22 islands. Walking around the city, as if transported in time - centuries of history, the influence of different cultures have made the city a museum that can tell a lot. At one time, the writer Jules Verne chose Rovin as the prototype for several of his novels. And I understand him. The city is fascinating. Charming. Inspiring. Little Italy in the heart of Croatia. I want to get lost in its narrow streets and endlessly absorb this special energy… But tickets are bought and we eat in Porec.

The settlement of the Poreč house has existed since prehistoric times. During the reign of Emperor Octavian, this settlement became a city.


Almost all civilizations have left their mark here, so the city is very interesting in terms of architecture. It was built in the classical Roman style, but the strongest influence is felt by Venice. Carnival masks in almost all shops, restaurants and hotels with the names of squares and streets of Venice. The city is sharpened for tourists, but does not lose its appeal. The coast of Porec, 64 kilometers long, is cut by many lagoons and has a bizarrely curved coastline of amazing beauty.

We returned to our native Opatija through the neighboring city of Rijeka - the largest Croatian cargo and passenger port. So we can include a bus tour of the city with a short walk from the bus station to the local bus stop. We flew to dinner 30 seconds before it ended, let us in and fed us.

The hotel had a big wedding banquet and the staff was probably not up to us.

Already a traditional meeting of dawn on the beach. A little sad meeting. I say goodbye to Croatia. I promise to come back. To this sea, clear as a child's tears. To the air, which can not be satisfied. To landscapes that seem to come from a painting by a talented artist. I promise to return to where life is this work and where at dawn - at sunset hides what I never understood…

Moving to Venice. Arrived earlier than scheduled, winning a few hours for this divine city. Millions of reviews have been written about Venice on the Internet and even more books, poems have been written, films have been made, so writing another text about Venice is banal to obscenity. It is even harder to photograph Venice, because it is a fantastic, fabulous and unlike any other city, it has already been photographed the same million times before me, and it is better and much more interesting.

But since it was part of my journey, I risk my million first thought)))

Golden dovecote near the water,

Gentle and milky green;

A salty breeze blows

Black boats narrow tracks.

/AND. Akhmatova /

Initially, my path lay on the islands of Murano and Burano. Murano was already there, so I just said hello to an old acquaintance, but carefully prepared for the meeting with Burano)))


Burano is located on four small islands inhabited by several thousand people, most of whom are engaged in fishing and weaving the famous lace. The main attraction of the island is in the square of Balthazar Galluppi - the bell tower of the church of San Martino, which is dangerously crooked. Simple, without architectural refinements, small houses in Burano are painted in bright colors: yellow, pink, red, green, blue.

By the way, those residents of the island, whose houses face the main streets, the city hall obliges to renew the paint on the facades of houses once every six months (otherwise a fine is imposed).

As for the color, homeowners are not free to choose: if a citizen wants to paint his house, he sends a request to the authorities, which gives a list of colors allowed for this building.

Why are all the houses colored? There is a very funny legend about this. Burano is an island of fishermen. So, according to legend, drunken fishermen from time to time went to the neighbors, allegedly confusing their home with someone else's. That's why clever wives decided to paint their homes in different colors to rid traitors of such an excuse.

This is an island where the whole of Venice is turned upside down, exposing your soul and your daily life. Color madness. An uncontrollable smile constantly appears on his face. It is impossible to be serious here.

Here you do not understand the meaning of the word boredom. Color therapy in action. Absolutely psychedelic island. I strongly recommend for review. Ready to act as a permanent guide)))

She returned to Venice. It was confused by narrow deserted streets. I avoided tourist places, I did not want to share Venice today with a multilingual crowd of fellow travelers. Time flew by like one second, remaining in memory, emotions and photos.

As on an old, faded canvas,

The sky will be dull blue ...

But not close in this tightness

And not stuffy in the humidity and heat / A. Akhmatova /

The road to transit overnight passes through the Alps. In vain I thought that the box of emotions is already full… The hotel is a gift for us tourists - the opportunity to call home for free! ! ! ! ! Pleasantly…

Day 7. Vienna. I love this city with a light aroma of coffee. This time we plan to see not classic Vienna. It is said done.


The Gasometers Complex is an alliance of housing and a shopping and entertainment center in the rebuilt industrial buildings of the 19th century.

The highlight of the project is that all this is happening inside the giant gas storage facilities, four round red brick towers of the building of 1886. The towers were built by first-class architects - there is something to see! !!

The main inhabitants of the Gasometer are young and unmarried, in the case of newlyweds. The upper age limit is 35 years. Inside the gas meters there is a special community like a village, a city within a city, a real sense of unity and togetherness. Numerous works and dissertations in psychology, urban planning, journalism and architecture have been devoted to this phenomenon.

Nearby is the residential complex Ville Verdi (Green Houses (in Italian)). These are five houses also of unusual shape. At home, as if standing on a slope. Apartments are both private and rented.

The author clearly drew inspiration from the work of Dali and Hundertwasser)))

The Museum Quarter is a new monument in the modern form of Vienna.

This large cultural area appeared on the map of Vienna in 2001 and united 60.000 square meters of modern cultural institutions of various kinds in one area. I walked in the courtyard of the Museum Quarter - this is the realm of modern art! ! ! ! ! Shops to lie on, sand sculptures, monkeys with paintings in their paws on trees))), graffiti on the ceiling arches - the realm of free expression of their creative energy! ! ! !!

Since I get to Vienna only on Mondays))), once again the Secession was inspected only from the outside. I hope that someday I will still get inside)))

In the evening there was a concert of live music near Karlskirch, and I also sat down to listen. She closed her eyes.

Music penetrated into every cell of the weary organism. Amazing city. Multifaceted. Noble and simple. Imperial and modern. Old Stefan, with all his age-old wisdom, is reflected in the modern design of Haas-Haus.


Sightseeing tour of the small town of Eger. In the center of the city is an interesting monument - a Christian church hatching from a minaret and a broken arrow - a memory of the centuries-old Turkish occupation of Hungarian territory.

And the logical conclusion of the tour as a tasting of famous hunting wines in the "Valley of Beauties". According to one legend, the name "Valley of Beauties" suburb of Eger was because in this recreation area was so many wine cellars that men who were well received, any woman began to look like a real beauty)))

Night moving to the homeland. The weather is crying rain. The body turns off and even dreams)))

Early in the morning. The city of Stryi. Public toilet. 1 hryvnia. Dirt. Boorishness. There is no water. We are back. Welcome! ! ! ! ! I wonder why MTS, sending SMS greetings when crossing the border of each new country, ignores the fact of returning the subscriber to the homeland? Apparently understands that there is nothing to greet… Everything.

No more words about the Motherland)))

Morning. Lviv. They arrived. I was very lucky with the weather. The weather is disgusting. Coldly. It is raining heavily. We walk around the city. Lviv is sleepy and empty. No passers-by. There are no organized groups of tourists. I catch myself smiling. At this moment, a huge city belongs to you. Today it is real. Washed by rain.

When the weather is warm in Berlin,

When in Paris it is hot in the Moulin Rouge

In Lviv, rain at any time of the year,

And on the pavement silhouettes of puddles.

Cap-cap-cap-you don't even wait for the sun,

Raindrops are raining.

Cap-cap-cap-on the roof of old houses

I can't imagine you without rain, Lviv.

A walk through the city alternates between periods of drinking coffee and drying in cozy Lviv cafes. During the day, all the money is surely soaked in coffee…))) I really like Lviv's "Dzyga" - coffee "Fire" and the prophecy of fate in candy - this is a mandatory ritual when visiting the city…

Real coffee should be black as night, sweet as sin, hot as love, and strong as friendship.

As it is this time))) Thank you to everyone who overcame this cluster of letters and read my opus to the very logical conclusion! ! ! !!


Pi. Si. If there are questions of the organizational plan - how much is the ticket, how to get to the library))) and what was given for breakfast - I am ready to answer them with all responsibility and seriousness!

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