We turned off the sunny trail towards the Swallow's Nest. For some reason, I always thought it was a restaurant, but as the all-knowing Wikipedia tells us, there was one there only for a short time.
True, recently they restored it again, and then closed it again. A merry-go-round.
After reconstruction, in 2002 the building reopened for visits. Initially, it housed a restaurant, and near the walls of the palace there was a large Crimean souvenir market.<
In July 2011, the building was transferred to municipal ownership and an exhibition opened in it called "The Magical World of Arkhip Kuindzhi", where the painting "Moonlight Night on the Dnieper" is exhibited[1].
A well-known picture
Olya
Lounge chairs
Vampire castle
Birds on the rocks
The sea is tempting for a swim
There are tourists galore around the Swallow's Nest. I used the term "bauxites," and immediately a lady of advanced years got interested in how I knew such a smart word, to which I answered a question with a question. She proudly replied that she was a metallurgist with 40 years of experience.
Other tourists were slowly climbing over the rocks where people (weddings?) tie ribbons for good luck, while I was skipping around like a little goat, asking them not to repeat it.
Others still were afraid of heights and wouldn't go near the edge. As for me, when there's a railing, I'm not afraid of heights.
The building, of course, is wonderful
Just like that
Quite gothic
"And I wanna fly"
The soul longs for photoshop
Nino D'Broccoli
How much longer can I stuff you with this structure?
There it is again, damn it
Finally saying goodbye to it
Then we got into the minibus and went looking for a canteen. Instead, we found a fancy restaurant with folklore decor, called "At Mother-in-Law's". For some reason, I spent a long time persuading everyone to go in, I don't know why myself. I liked the name, even though I don't usually fall for that kind of stuff at all.
Everything is like the grown-ups do – branding on the salt shakers and other paraphernalia
As you can see, we reunited with Zhenya and Olga
Zhenya and Olga told us how they walked for many days through the mountains under pouring rain without a GPS, just using an inaccurate map and faintly marked trails. You could forge nails from these people. I can't do that.
The sign forbids entering bare-chested
No one had any complaints against the bikes. The waitress informed us that they work until the last customer, to which Vova gleefully rubbed his hands: "We're going to sit here until morning!". The poor girl got scared and said she wanted to go home too.
The decor is cooler than at "Lido"
In Latvia you don't need fake storks, we have more real ones than we know what to do with
We left well into the night
There was a problem with lodging — there wasn't any nearby, or they were asking for inhumane amounts of money. We had to endure a long and agonizing ride out to the ass end of nowhere to look for a "tent city" — or as we'd call it, a campsite.
We found it alright, but it was located right on the coast, and the wind that night was almost the strongest I've ever seen in my life. Add to this the pouring rain and the cold, and you'll understand what kind of hell it was. We barely managed to set up the tent, it kept getting blown away. I had, if you remember, already been having neck pain for a few days by then, so in the morning I woke up completely dazed and with a cheek that was going more and more numb (this actually started that evening). How this ended, many already know, and the rest will find out in the next episode.
Despite this, the day was fruitful, the Swallow's Nest is beautiful, and the "At Mother-in-Law's" restaurant, though not very cheap, I liked. And the overnight stay in a hurricane — that's going to be remembered for a lifetime.