The plan for the next day was to drive up to the Ai-Petri pass in a van, and from there roll down on bikes through its 250 switchbacks. But the plans were crushed by a heavy rain right from the morning, and almost until the evening. In the end, we decided to drive God knows where, namely – through Yalta to the resort town of Gurzuf.
Along the way, we came across a barbershop. The proposal to get me a haircut was met with a storm of enthusiasm, I had to submit.
“Before”
“After”
This is us still leaving the place where we spent the night
The scenery
The Ai-Petri pass promises shelter and coziness on the way down
But all we can hope for are smoke breaks at bus stops
Or snack breaks?
The trees in Crimea, at least, are quite substantial
There really are countless turns on the narrow serpentine
In Yalta, the pomegranate juice trade has reached unprecedented proportions
In the end, even Pasha and I bought into it and got some juice. Sweet, doesn't make your mouth pucker much, we had a suspicion we were slightly ripped off. Later we figured out you have to ask them to squeeze it right there.
In Gurzuf, we luckily stumbled upon the "Mechta" recreation center. The off-season prices are very reasonable – 7 lats for a great spot in a double hotel room with a toilet and shower, the room is clean and beautiful, with a sea view. I fell for the sea view and took that one, which I don't regret. Most of the guys chose the simpler little houses down below, with a shared shower and toilet for everyone, about half the price.
We were confidently informed that Pushkin himself stayed at the "Mechta" recreation center. How could we not buy that!
For those who don't like to dream, there's the option with "Sea Breeze". Located in the same place.
Grapes grow right on the fence of "Mechta"
And the palm trees are already — behind the fence
The sea is chilly, but how could we not take a dip?
By Crimean standards, chilly — is like the warmest it ever gets here in Jūrmala.
In the evening we decided to go for a bike ride, since the rain had backed off
A view into the inner courtyard from the stairs to the room
I think these are some kind of mega-mighty long-storage cypresses, but I might be lying
Apparently, they're building a second hotel block
There's no one on the beach, except for fishermen in warm clothes
Bear Mountain
What I love about Ukraine is its national symbolism and folklore patterns
Nothing fazes us, not even sharp rocks
The beautifully green sea became so thanks to Adobe Lightroom
Nina and Olya are showing off their sporty figures, and Vova — complete disregard for them, even yawning out of boredom
Romance is everywhere – the "Venice" restaurant
But "Mechta" is still cooler – it even has a jungle inside
In general, the town of Gurzuf has a lot of stuff
"Soyuzpechat" – such an excellent word, glad it's still being used
Chekhov's dacha
Camp "Artek". Yes, that one. Alas, like everything in the ex-USSR, it is terribly problematic
Bear Mountain on the horizon
Wrought iron gate, bougie lawn, acid trip lighting
Elite housing
We liked it in Gurzuf, even though we didn't stay there for long. Despite the fact that we failed to conquer Ai-Petri, the day wasn't wasted, because we went to Yalta's endless bazaar, and in the evening we had a nice bike ride.
And even at dinner, we listened to an incredible story about how Pasha got off the train heading to the Urals to buy some booze, and the train left ahead of schedule, and he spent many hours chasing it down by hook or by crook.