Digital Wanderer

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Crimea — 17, Balaklava and conclusion

 2012-01-25

Balaklava is a town where a highly classified submarine base was located in Soviet times. After the collapse of the behemoth power, everything was quickly plundered. By the time they came to their senses, they turned it into a museum, but it had to be restored bit by bit.

Handwritten cafe wall menu in green chalk on a burlap-covered board under a purple lamp. Below are a bar counter with beer taps, a juice fridge, and shelves with alcohol bottles and snacks.
The “Pogrebok” little bar

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2012-01-24 Crimea — 16, Chersonesus Taurica

 2012-01-24

We drove through Sevastopol, which didn't exactly impress us, and on its edge, right by the sea, we visited an ancient Greek settlement — Chersonesus Taurica. Only ruins remain of it, but that'll do too. Luckily, we joined a guided group, so we could actually listen to how things used to be back then, rather than just staring blankly at old stones. Unfortunately, we were out of time, and the tour ended halfway through for us.

Stone ruins of an ancient city stretch along the seashore under a blue sky with white clouds. On the right, a stone belfry with a bell is visible on a hill, and sailboats are gliding on the horizon.

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Crimea — 15, Inkerman Monastery

 2012-01-19

On the morning of the next, final day, we woke up to rain and wind. I hadn't gotten enough sleep, and the right side of my face was going increasingly numb. The clouds gradually cleared up, but I was feeling worse and worse: I couldn't open my eyes, I wanted to sleep terribly, everything around was too bright and pressed on my brain, my eyes were watering, and my head was trying to start aching (it almost never aches for me).

View through a clear film covered in raindrops of a blurry silhouette of a person in a blue jacket, standing outside next to a red tent against a backdrop of green trees.

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