A boring intro that you don't have to read. A year, approximately, in 2006, I managed to buy someone else's trade union ticket to Sochi very cheaply. At the beginning of October.
First part here >>> Why Odessa and Kherson are in it. The city of Sen. Not exactly touristy. Not famous. Little known. But he's good! We went there to save money. It was the closest city to Zagreb by the sea.
In fact, of course, neither Odessa nor Kherson. Everything is much tougher. I just decided to visit Northern Cyprus with my family, bought tickets to Larnaca, got a Bulgarian visa and flew to Croatia.
(The story is not politically motivated. ) About a year ago, a good friend of mine finally bought her own apartment in Moscow. And she asked me to go to the Mitinsky radio market to buy her all the necessary household appliances.
To be continued. Start here >>> I love to leave the building of a foreign airport and breathe in a different air. Other flavors. The smell of other cigarettes, a different smell of perfume, even gasoline smells different.
To be continued. Start here >>> Well, now specifically about COVID-19 Turkey. Lyrics later. In the international terminal of Sheremetyevo, which has just begun to recover after the closure of the borders, the temperature was measured 2 times.
And he thundered. Covid-19. And other times have come. Self-isolation, masks, stocks of buckwheat, stew, kilka and cartridges. Jokes about toilet paper and a happy Greta Thunberg.
How much I wanted to fulfill my dream and fly with my family and friends to northern Cyprus. Even in winter, tickets were bought and hotels booked. Alas. . . Everything went wrong.
Continuation. Start here >>> Magadan turned out to be an unexpectedly rich and pleasant city. Solid low-rise "stalinkas" in the center, the monumental buildings of "Dalstroy" and the Drama Theatre.
(A retro story about a trip that happened in the late nineties. Photo from the Internet, because unfortunately I lost my camera. ) At the meeting, the chief unveiled a business trip plan for the coming period.
Five years ago, I posted story on TurPravda about a village in which I live. In the album, one of the photos shows an icon with a brief history: So, an unexpected continuation of this story.
It's good to have someone to go with. The bad thing is that there is a catastrophic lack of time, and sometimes even energy. But our rather large group of friends made it a rule to get together at least once a year and go to an interesting place where communication, disconnected phones, drinking and...
It's not really hard. The title refers to part one. It turned out that I perceived Alanya and its surroundings as the territory of our small hotel. And if so, then you need to talk about food.
Usually I start preparing for a summer trip to the sea in the winter. But not at this time. It so happened that the decision to start was made five days before the start.
Many of the people that I listed in the title of the story either refuse to travel abroad at all (in particular, to Turkey), or take a ticket to a hotel with a fairly large territory, where there are conditions for the disabled.
Continuation of the story for those who love real iron cars, for which the mileage is 100 thousand km. just the end of the run. Start here >>> MINI MOKE . Produced in the UK from 1964 to 1968.
Dear ladies! Forgive me. This is a very unfeminine review. I do not even advise you to start reading this. It's masculine. For many, visiting a foreign country is not only a vacation, but also an examination of all kinds of interesting things.
After translating the 1929 story https://www.turpravda.com/fr/blog-407222.html , I decided to look for some more stories by Herve Lauvik. And I didn't find it. But quite unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a story, without an author's name, in the November 1967 Quattroruote magazine.
if a review was written by another person. But I am worthy of indulgence, because no one has yet posted such material on any travel site.
My friend's dad is a Chechen, and his mum is Jewish. In this regard, he lived for a long time as a simple Russian man. At some point, he became interested in what it was like to be a Chechen.
My good friend collects countries. There are already about eighty visited countries in his collection. True, his passion for travel has some strangeness. He loves very, ahem, unusual countries.
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.
It is not easy to write about the journey from Moscow to Petushki after Venedikt Erofeev sang the same journey in his Poem. But you have to write. The idea to go along the legendary route was born a long time ago, but for various reasons it was postponed.
Some time ago, my work involved constant business trips around Russia. I was rarely at home. For two years I had to work in Tyumen and the Tyumen region. Tyumen, Zavodoukovsk, Tobolsk, Yalutorovsk, Uray, Labytnangi, etc.
A few years ago we went to Turkey with a big group. To the hotel, which was located in a small village near Alanya. My wife's brother went with us - a hefty, silent trucker.