HOW WE WERE WERE THE NEW YEAR IN YALTA
We have a tradition with our beloved - to celebrate the New Year in Yalta. And this year was no exception. Ten days in advance I negotiate with the owner of the apartment, where we have been going for many years, we take bus tickets for 30 and, in anticipation of the holiday of life, we are waiting, sir. And then on December 29, the hostess calls and says that the realtor rented the apartment without her knowledge and people have already moved in there. I am hysterical, just to tears (the last time I cried when I was cutting onions). Then, having calmed down a little, several phones rang, and, lo and behold! I found an excellent apartment for only 250 hryvnia, which was previously rented for 350, but the people who booked it did not come. In general, we were lucky, peace of mind restored. On the evening of the 30th, we loaded onto the bus. Wow, how I love night buses! The memories of the September trip to Europe are still fresh, but what can you do? Before that, we always went to Yalta by car, but after we got into an accident on the Yalta-Alushta highway after a snowfall, and got stuck on grandmas, we didn’t really want to take risks, and it’s also not good to waste half a day on the 31st. And the trip was fun. At first, one cadre who had drunk a lot long and tediously persuaded his neighbor, who was driving to Berdyansk, to leave her Berdyansk and go with him to celebrate the New Year on Ai-Petri. The neighbor came out, the frame calmed down. But a friend came in, and then an online cognac drinking session began - he is here, and each is on the other end of the telephone wire (however, there are no wires anymore). And so the hours until 2 am, and the toasts were pronounced very often and loudly. Basically, I couldn't sleep. The bus broke down a couple of times and we were fairly late. At about 5 am we were only in Dzhankoy, but we should already be in Simferopol. And then the handsome man wakes up and let's call a friend again and share the delight, like here we are drunk, I slept and voila - I'm already in Simferopol, but then the father of the child, who barely fell asleep, shushed him, in short, small buzz boy.
In Yalta we were met by a realtor and warm sunny weather. We go to our apartment, since it is very close to the bus station, although quite far from the embankment. On the photos on the Internet, the apartment looked amazing - super-duper renovation, there was even a fireplace. We walk along Kievskaya, turn into the gateway and find ourselves in such a colorful courtyard - some kind of miserable sheds, linen hung on ropes from no less miserable balconies, though mixed with fairly modern double-glazed windows. We climb very steep steps and find ourselves in our apartment - it corresponds to the photographs and we were not disappointed. We throw things and run to the market to docu-pat products. Then we go for a walk.
One of my friends a year ago, when she first came to Yalta, met her love from the locals there, and this love took her a little around the neighborhood. So, from my friend who visited Yalta for the first time, I, who considered myself almost an aborigine, found out that there was some kind of Seaside Park behind the embankment. Well, we decided to see what it is, and why we still haven't seen it. Well, to tell the truth, in our previous visits, our route in Yalta itself was limited to Moskovskaya - Embankment to Españ ola and back, well, sometimes Sadovaya and the art gallery. For some reason, we thought that there was nothing interesting beyond Hispaniola. We passed the embankment - looked at the thermometer above the former grocery store - the air is +12, the water is also +12. The beauty! We got to Españ ola and continued on. Medlar blossoms. And the smell! Yes, there is indeed a park. Only construction sites on all sides do not paint it at all. Of the attractions - a pump room with mineral water and a pond in the form of the Black and Azov Seas with signs of cities. As for the mineral water, the Caucasian narzan is resting, the taste and smell are the same g, but also without gas. If you do not know that this is a terribly useful mineral water, you might think that it flows directly from the sewer. However, Naftusya is no better. My daughter brought me a six-litre bottle from Skhidnitsa, and no one could drink this unfinished oil except me. But I courageously used all 6 liters. Therefore, I also stubbornly drank Yalta water - it’s useful. A pond with muddy water and fat red fish surprised me by the fact that there were signs with all the cities, even the unfortunate Osipenko was present, but there was no Mariupol! Probably our beauties were torn off as a keepsake. We went down to the sea past the spa. Two men in white bathrobes and bathing caps are standing on the beach. Get undressed and go for a swim. Well, we also took off our shoes and went knee-deep into the water. And what, very even nothing! We decided that we would also like to redeem ourselves. We go home to get ready for the New Year. At 22.00 we met with Medvedev and went to celebrate the Ukrainian New Year on the embankment. Traditionally, there are a lot of people, but they still found a free shop without difficulty. We waited until midnight and opened a bottle of their champagne that had been stored up from Italy. We drank. Well, what can I say? Disappointed. Hungarian and that was better. Having seen enough of the fireworks and a little more walking, we go to bed.
January 1st. In order not to strain too much after lack of sleep, we decided that day to make a light march to Nikita (about 7 km). 9 am. We walk past the Massandra beach. A tall boy comes out, a sort of Tarzan, with long hair, tanned (!!! ) and in swimming trunks, and goes for a swim. Move on. Behind the Yalta-Intourist hotel there are tennis courts and people are already knocking the ball. And then I thought that we were the worst or healthy! And this despite the fact that on the embankment someone else was walking the New Year. We reached the botanical garden in 2 hours. We walked, looked at the still blooming chrysanthemums. For the first time in many years, a pomegranate tree was found with fruits that looked quite ripe. Looking around, they shook the tree, but alas, nothing fell. It's annoying, but okay. All right, that's enough for today. We went home to eat, drink and sleep. We planned to go out to the embankment in the evening - we couldn’t, the beer knocked us down, we slept until the morning.
January 2nd. We decided to check the version of one of her friends, that you can walk along the beach to Livadia. We did not believe her, but decided to check anyway. And in vain. Beyond Seaside Park we invariably came up against some kind of gate. They circled and circled and finally went along the road. And already in Livadia itself we went down to the sea - the descent is very long, and even to get to the beach, we had to walk along the fence for a long time. And how do people go there in the summer in the heat? We find a relatively deserted place and swim in the gish. We bathe - it is said loudly, ran in - sat down - jumped out - dried off - dressed. But still, an idiot's dream came true. The deserted beach did not remain long. A group of young people came. A couple of boys undress and run to the pier, where they squat, do push-ups, generally warm up. And then they dive off the pier. Crazy! You still need to swim to the shore, but it takes your breath away. But it seems that they successfully coped with this - we did not begin to finish watching. we climbed to the Livadia Palace and went along the Sunny Path (in my opinion 6700 m). It's warm, dandelions are blooming, there are relatively many people. Then we take a minibus to the Vorontsov Palace. In the park near the pond with swans we traditionally drink a bottle of Bastardo (yum-yum), eat almonds. Insolent cats climb almost on the hands. But the arrogant titmouse with a broken leg, which we fed from the hands, something is not visible. Probably jumped. We go home by bus. Tourists with backpacks sit in the minibus and tell how they celebrated the New Year in tents on Ai-Petri. Snow - don't play around! No, we, too, of course, are extreme in some way, and in May we went hiking and also spent several nights in the mountains, including on Ai-Petri. And then the temperature at night was about 0. But there is a limit to everything. Ah, youth!
January 3rd. We decided to take a completely new route for us. From one of the friends they learned that there is a village of Dolossy above Massandra, and from it there is a road to the gorge that goes to Yalta. At the same time, we decided to look at the famous Massandra winery, depicted on cork labels. In the morning we go to Massandra, go down to the plant, go around it around the perimeter, but the angle we need is opened only from the territory of the plant, and they let us in only with excursions, well, okay. We buy all sorts of goodies in the company store, including the famous White Muscat of red stone (only 90 hryvnias for the action) and go to the village. Since the bus to Dolossa runs once an hour, we did not wait for it, but went along the beautiful mountain road. Around the protected forest, there are practically no cars, so the air is amazing. When we entered the village, the bus finally caught up with us. On a quite decent path we descend to the bottom of the gorge. Well, not the Grand Canyon, but also very beautiful, only the water intake pipe that feeds Yal-tu spoils the view. From this gorge flows a river flowing along the Kiev-Moscow. I'm going to the bottom. The river becomes more confident, waterfalls appear, creeks are quite suitable for swimming. I can't stand it and climb into one of them to swim. Darling refrained. After bathing, he is so invigorating. We were overtaken by a group of people with backpacks. Below we met them also bathing. I'm not the only one who's crazy. By the sharply increased amount of garbage, we understand that civilization is already somewhere close. And indeed, soon we are leaving the gorge, well, it’s generally hot here. We take off our jackets. A few hundred meters and we are already at the bus station. it turned out to be a personal walk.
January 4th. We decided to climb Ayu-Dag. Called a bunch of friends, asking how best to do it. The Yalta passion of a friend said that it was better not to go down either to Partenit or Gurzuf, but to get out on the highway and a path goes from there. They went out, where he said, ran into a gate wrapped with thorns, somehow made their way into the territory, and there were vineyards and a plowed road. And we chapal-chapal on this mud until I noticed an asphalt road a little to the side. We call a friend so that she finds out from a friend whether we are going the right way, and whether it is better for us to return and go along the normal road. They said no. That road won't take us anywhere. Well, let's go further. We went to the foot of the mountain. There is also an asphalt road. There are no words, only ma-tuki. The ascent has begun. The trail is quite decent, the red marks are drawn as expected. The stones, however, were damp and slippery, and several places were quite dangerous. But in general, nothing complicated. At the very top, an oak forest grows and because of it, nothing is particularly visible. To take a picture of Gurzuf, I had to go down to the observation deck. Visibility was not very good - there were clouds. Well, in general, we walked, but we don’t want to go there anymore. Nothing special.
January 5th. Last day in Yalta. We don't know what to do. Climb something on Ai-Petri? Let's go to the cable car. M-dya! Rise 60 UAH. and the descent is also 60. With two people it's 240. Cool. The toad presses. Maybe go up in a trailer, and then go down on foot, at the same time visit Wuchang-Su? We call a friend who took us on a hike and ask how many kilometers are on the road. It turns out 25. Too much. And we're leaving in the evening. Well, he went to the bathhouse, we saw Ai-Petra both in the snow and in the flowers. Let's manage. We go to the store, take a bottle of South Coast Kagora and go to the bench to the pond, to the swans, cats, pigeons. We sit and enjoy life. A peasant with a squirrel cut down more than a hundred hryvnias in 10 minutes, photographing a group of young people in turn with his little animal. Now that's business! better than renting an apartment. No overhead! Okay, what else can you do? We heard that in Miskhor there is a sculpture of the Little Mermaid in the sea. Let's go look. They found it, took a picture, but they didn’t understand why she was a Little Mermaid - she had two legs, and she had a baby in her arms. We went to the bus stop, and the minibuses are all going packed and, of course, do not stop. I had to cooperate with another couple and go by taxi. Houses on the path decided to drink red stone nutmeg. I didn't have more than a glass. Too sweet. Bastardo and Cahors are better and cheaper for my taste. This is how the week almost flew by. We were incredibly lucky with the weather this year - it was sunny and warm all the days. We were satisfied, as usual.
