Who is warned is armed!
A little backstory. Before that, I had rested in Crimea twice: in Sudak and in Koktebel. Absolutely loved it everywhere! But this time. . . Alushta is simply beyond words. But I'll try to find them. .
Went with a friend, as always. This time we decided to "booze" and rest not as a savage, but in a boarding house. We paid a tidy sum for vouchers, we think, well, we’ll have a good rest, at least we won’t think about food. But it was not there... I already wrote about the boarding house "Blue Wave" in the reviews. This is a different story. They fed 3 times a day. I am a picky person, but here... buckwheat with prunes! Exotic! I will remember for the rest of my life. The food is either salted or peppered. In general, for those who are interested, read in the reviews, and now specifically about Alushta...
The city is dirty, the bins are filled to capacity, and there are heaps of rubbish lying next to them! The beaches are all paid, thank God we had our own beach, this is the only plus.
Evening Alushta. . . Long embankment, chaotic movement of people. . . Like in the subway at rush hour. Nobody gets to know anyone. Frustrated girls stomp home alone)) They constantly approached us to get acquainted, but when they found out that we were from Russia, and especially from Moscow, they quickly disappeared. There is generally a special attitude towards the Russians. One guy said "You speak with an accent. We still have a cleaner language, " to which we replied "Yes, of course" and did not argue. During our entire vacation, we met Muscovites only once. The rest are Ukrainians. In general, this is considered a normal tone when they begin to be rude to you, reproach you for saying something wrong and swearing words.
In general, if you are young and beautiful, not a foot in Alushta! I'm not kidding) So there are no normal discos. There is a seagull. But it's more like a country club.
In general, if you want, you can of course hit the road to Alushta, but I warned . . This sucks from the times of the USSR. That's it, I can't write anymore, I'll go pour my grief)) Finally, I'm at home))
