The next morning we hopped on our bikes and rolled out toward Yalta. But since last time I didn't show you all the photos, first, a bit more from the previous day.
Riding along the Gurzuf promenade
Vova and Valera listening to Pasha
Pasha himself is thrilled with his story
The hotel rooms are decent
The toilet too
In the morning, the sky and the sea take your breath away
Here we sat, chatted, and cooked dinner
A real jungle right on the resort grounds
View of part of the city and Bear Mountain
Most of our comrades stayed here
The grapes are edible, but already drying out
But still tasty anyway
Leaving the hospitable "Mechta". They ask us to return as soon as possible
Bear Mountain in the distance
The houses look new
Grapes grow all around
Artek still remembers the USSR
Rolled on down the highway to Yalta
Alas, we are leaving Gurzuf, not arriving
Leaving Artek behind, too. The kiddie center.
The Red Army is the strongest of all!
Two whole Fujiyamas
Yalta is near!