Archive for the Tag Black Sea
Was an amazing time. 9 countries, 6 months and 3 people (including our 1 sweet baby). We met the Gypsy King in Moldova, became good friends with a poor family in autonomous republic Transnistria, fell in love with Crimean landscape, hated corrupted Russian police, had a good rest in Chechenyan villages in Georgia, melt in 42 Celsius degrees in Azerbaijan, got wet in Nagorny Karabakh, were asking questions about Turkey in Armenia and about Armenia in Turkey. And all of this with a small, even not one year old daughter Hanna. An all of this against a common opinion that with a moment of having a baby your world is over.
It was much easier to drive directly from Turkey to Sofia but we decided to still visit our Black Sea. To say goodbye, to get this last impression. (Attention! I’m getting sentimental) read more »
All bad what happened on our trip until now – happened during our one week in Russia. Why one week if we had 4-days transit visa? Police, closed border, police, car workshop, again police: they know the answer… read more »
- Not always caviar – my best friend likes to say so. And when being on the top of Crimean mountains but in the middle of clouds it would be easy to agree with her, but I will not. Because even such a no-view can be the caviar during our trip. read more »
Artek since my school time and Russian lessons was for me a place very close to heaven. The place you will be only able to reach if you lived a good life: behaving well to teachers, having good marks, being a good socialist boy, always helping mama, standing up for older people in the tram, being a friend with the Russians soldiers. And because there was no heaven in a socialist world, Artek was the highest point you could ever reach as a boy like me. read more »