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 Read More
Our very last day of the trip and she started to walk! In this busy time of repacking all our luggage in some small car workshop in Belgrade we didn’t give much attention to Hanna. She was playing with toys, boxes, everything she could find around. Soon we were supposed to drive to hotel with Read More
Shusha (in Azeri), Shushi (in Armenian) by the second half of the 19th century had become the the second largest town in the Caucasus after Tbilisi. Hard to believe in it. Right now it’s an empty, melancholic place.
– 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.
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, Read More
Crimea is our biggest discovery until now. Best you can get: mountains and sea in one place, just next to each other, all in green! Russia should be really really angry at Nikita Khrushchev that in 1950s he gave it away to Ukraine.
What to say? Clean, proper city. With good city port but not much atmosphere. If not counting Russian Black Sea Fleet and hundreds of Russian flags everywhere.
Crimean Tatars, their tradition and culture – best place to go is USTA workshop of Ayshe Osmanova and her husband Lutfi in Bakchysaray.
Balaklava is the most beautiful spots at the Crimea (Black Sea) with a Soviet submarine factory under the mountain.
Especially in Crimea, where there is no hostels concurrency, you don’t need much to start one: somebody with a flat which has one-two rooms free, washing machine and wi-fi. And presence online as a “hostel”.
The name of the town means “garden palace” and the place (or at least the name of the place) itself is well known in Poland thanks to poet Adam Mickiewicz. But obviously he hasn’t seen the caves!!
While sleeping in the car, our evenings are coming very early. And it’s even not only about darkness and being surprisingly fast tired but – about mosquitoes. Our biggest enemy during the trip and a reason to hide in the car, close all the windows and organize inside the car family insects-hunting.
That was a day when I had to dressed up 3 times: in old Orthodox Church, in Dzhuma-Dzham Mosque and Dervish Monastery. Yevpatoriya, which is 2500 years old, is truly multireligious and multicultural place.
The goal is easy: in this tiny village we have to find somebody who will give us his boat. Because it seems to be so beautiful here and those birds which you learn about in school are just flying around here.
In the straight line maybe 300 km to cross the border with peninsula Crimea from Odessa. But we don’t like straight lines and we do like coastline which is usually not so fast.
After being cheated by “babushka” we decided to go through our list of hostels which we found online. For a while we thought none of them is existing!
While checking out the industrial neighborhood of Odessa we found this place. Shabby stones, old roasted stakes, dirty water and happy people having fun.
Just short visit to Odessa (to take care about some official papers) and lovely place just at the sea. The Alboth Family first time really swimming in the Black Sea!
Tiny border crossing between Moldova and Ukraine (this time not through Transnistria) and first stop at Dniester Liman. And then we met friendly party people with too good cognac. Was a hard morning with… cows.
On holidays you have a lot of free time? Right? That’s why I took with me many old newspapers which I didn’t finish reading, small pieces of papers with notes about countries we are going to, few not-started-yet books. because during holidays there is time for reading. Nothing more wrong!