After checking out the monastery, we slowly rolled toward our meeting point with Pasha (who, as you might remember, was driving the van). A funny thing happened here: we couldn't get ahold of him on the walkie-talkie or the phone, but luckily, we spotted him driving back and forth looking for us, and managed to catch his attention.
After that, Vova and Pasha got into a heated argument about how to organize a meetup. The takeaway from this dispute was that if there’s no one at the agreed-upon spot, you can’t or won't wait, and you have no other means of communication, you should leave a plastic bottle with a note inside at the gathering point. The bottle would later play its dark role, but that would happen on another day.
Bought some local kefir and wine in a carton in the village of Bolshoye Sadovoye
The kefir tastes alright. The prices aren't exactly super low.
Could sell these textures to stock photo sites
The porous bricks are beautiful
If there's one thing Crimea has plenty of, it's cliffs
I could just eat it up, it looks too much like a cake with frosting dripping off the edge
Testing out Nina's beautiful bike
Another pie
On the way, we climbed up an interesting rock that offered a gorgeous view in all four directions. I really liked it and it stuck in my memory, even though we were there for only 5 minutes. This is how we climbed it:
And we caught a glimpse of this beauty up top
Right next to the rock is a guest complex
Fields
Bridges and gorges
Rivers and trails
Ridges and meadows
In the guesthouse, you can settle down in comfort to observe nature
The Queen is delighted
The bus stop strikes you with its textured surface
By evening, we reached the foot of the cave city of Eski-Kermen. There they charged us for the overnight stay, and tried to charge us for firewood too. No such luck! We weren't born yesterday to shell out 5 euros for a bundle. We asked if we could gather some ourselves, to which we got the reply: "Five thousand Cossacks camped out here, you won't find a thing." But survivalist tourists embodied by Pasha can find firewood even in a desert if they want to, so we had no problems.
Piglets
When asked if we could slaughter a piglet, we were told, "Sure, go ahead, they're the neighbor's piglets, there's no counting them." But we were already exhausted, and felt too lazy.
The horse was young and whinnied quite a bit during the night. In the evening and morning, it was eating the bush in the middle, and just barely couldn't reach my tent.
We camped out in a narrow valley, surrounded by cliffs on both sides
But we didn't feel claustrophobic, 'cause of the sky
Between the two rocks, you can see the entrance to the shower (which cost about a lat per person)
The cat was brazen, begged for food, and pestered everyone
Almost like Easter Island statues
Pasha, having not ridden with us, decided to at least make up for it here
Vova proving to Olya that buying firewood is the way of the bourgeoisie, not cycle tourists
Olya and the Cat
Cat and Cat
From this part of the trip, I really liked the viewpoint rock between the villages of Tankovoye and Krasny Mak. Camping overnight near Eski-Kermen was also interesting, especially having electricity and a shower. Right there, the folks did some tasting of local infused liquors — a simple 12-degree hooch made of plums, peaches, or cherries, and a special 20-degree one with cognac, cardamom, and cinnamon. The first one costs 90 santims, and the second — about a lat and a half. All for half a liter. Getting their fill of the dirt-cheap but quite decent booze, the cycle tourists listened to another round of entertaining stories authored by Vova and Pasha. There's little point in retelling them, because you really need the charm, facial expressions, and gestures of the authentic live narrators and participants, otherwise the magic is lost.