By the sea, away from Russia
Our days in Russia were like one big stomachache before the big exam – and long ours on the ferry to Turkey were like feeling just after the exam: all emotions pouring down our bodies and minds.
Fortunately in Sochi’s office of Immigration Service we finally met a friendly Russian. Who understood our story and helped a lot. In big hurry we found a cash machine which decided to give us some money, we paid 10 dollars fine for postponing our visa, we booked place on the ferry to Turkey and even have seen tiny piece of Sochi.
Sochi is under one big construction before 2014 Olympic and Paralympic Winter Games. Not only renovating old buildings, not only building new ones but even displacing whole villages to have a place for lovely olympic village in the middle of the national park. A pity that we couldn’t visit them but leaving this difficult-to-love country was more important.
Ferry had more than 5 hours delay. Ticket for our car was much more expensive than normal car (because it’s bigger). The cabin was hot like hell. But NEVERMIND. We were at our Black Sea, with stamp from Russia, tired and happy.
And from the first minutes we felt sweet wind from Turkey. There was no Turkish man on the ferry (including the captain, waiter, truck drivers…) who didn’t have Hanna in his arms. Kissing, hugging, playing. We could ate breakfast just in two (!), we visited the bridge (where the captain explained us why the boat is under Cambodian flag – why? because it wouldn’t pass Turkish safety tests!), we felt again like on the summer holidays.
Turkey welcomed us with lively horns of lively traffic. Hanna used first time during the trip her German passport (because Germans do not pay for visas), was a superstar not only on the ferry but also in the port of Trabzon, towns which we passed by and on the border with Georgia. We made the way as fast as possible, knowing that we will be still back to Turkey for most of September. So just fast lunch (ahhhh…), fast baklava (ahhh again) and white-red Georgian flag. Still some adventures on the border (never believe border controller without uniforms because… they are not border controllers!) and we are in.