It has been over eight months, so I’ll write that, and if you suddenly remember something that happened and mix up the places, the little …
We went to Uzbekistan a few days after the wedding, in the second half of September. Tashkent has already turned cold and, therefore, was doubly pleased to bask in the sun and swim in the warm Mediterranean sea. Hotel Beldiana “room with champagne and a sea view and pool – made a tour Lenkina girlfriend from travel agency. Places in the airplane on the way there were in the second row, and next to us third place was free.
Everything was wonderful, Uzbekistan-speaking guide – Uzbek patriot, told me on the road in Uzbekistan, all thriving thanks to their leader Ataturk … in general, there really is a lot of construction and the roads are good. Plus, he praised local singer Tarkan, who glorified their Uzbek music to the world. The first evening we went to the sea, but it was already cool, though, someone from the tourists (apparently, also Uzbekistan), there still bathed …
A couple of days we basked in the sun, eating and drinking (all inclusive) and rest from work and other hassles. Also we had a few more Uzbekistan, but mainly holidaymakers – a German, married couples, aged and not very much. Once before had I encountered so many Germans and, therefore, very surprised by it, the burghers, punctuality: morning, still early, want to sleep, arrive for breakfast – all respectable burghers had taken on a plate in his hand, and lined up for food in a harmonious and silent place. Lunch – the same picture … It seems that they are there, at home, no food at all, and they are unhappy and starving arrived to a warm welcoming Uzbekistan in order to get something to eat. By the sea, they rarely go, basically the whole day sitting by the pool on one side of which – a dining room, on the other – a bar, with a third – sun-beds, where they rest between meals J. In the evening, when we already nakupalis, assailed, nazagoralis and after dinner, take a walk on a night street with shops for tourists, go drink a beer / coffee / wine and sleep, and the respectable burghers gathered near the bar and sat there until closing time – beer , wine and drinks free of charge. By the way, the local beer – not the best, basically it – Efes Pilsner, and wine … just wine, even without a name, such as sweet and loosely … And again it is not clear: they have there, in Germany beer is that it no good? Dry the law is, of course, there is, but … however, in all its tarakany head J.
Some Uzbekistan tourists were told that in the mountains behind the hotel quite nice, a lot of snakes and always interesting, so we decided to go the next day in the mountains.
As can be dressed – there are many thorns, took a camera, a camera and a bottle of water we lomanulis in the mountains just after lunch, with the calculation quickly climb to the top, remove the hotel from the height of clouds (clouds of small, sometimes floating in the sky were usually lower than the top of the mountain) and return to dinner J.
First half an hour we went through the bushes and thorns at the foot of the mountains – they were a little further than expected and significantly higher than it appears from afar. The slopes are covered with long, dry pine needles from local spruce trees growing in profusion on the slopes – from which the Uzbeks and probably make his gin, which is unbearably vonyat fir trees. And quite large and small boulders, pebbles, and other ugliness that could interfere with normal people climb the mountain on foot. There were quite a long time, first gay looking snakes and other animals, but did not hit, only a couple of cans from the forfeits that right after the comments about the were found near a boulder J. More was not better: thorns and stones, rocks and thorns. If no spines in front, so there is ogromenny stone with a pair of height of a man who closes the passage at all, so basically had to crawl or scrambling for not too large boulders, or walking on a convenient slope, but at the same time, clinging to a lot of thorns. Whatever it was, came to more or less decent height, which hotels seemed tiny, and could see them only through the camera, which is well able to zoom in the picture. The water here and ended. Lenka kept stiff upper lip and bravely climbed to the top. Before lunch, left quite a bit and wanted to eat, we were red and steamed, it was warm but clothes can not be removed immediately otherwise the whole scratch, so a little after sitting and taking regular reporting to the camera decided to move down. Moreover, at the top of the mountains above us, it seems, started a fire. It was noted in a report which sounded something like “… so dry here, but the Uzbeks are very cherish nature and therefore fire does not happen here … oh, and what is there behind the smoke rising above us !?…” Soon the plane landed, something out of it spilled out this smoke and wanted more down, or else we will fall by something … Uzbekistan Tours and some much more …..
It was found that up boulders to go as far simpler than the back, the spines, it seems, have grown especially for dinner disturbing the tourists go home, and as a result, thoroughly torn shoe laces on the vegetation, we are still empty kudato had already heard from the road. But before she had even a decent lunch in the hotel has long been over and when we finally descended from the mountains, happy and proud of themselves, it was already time to rush for dinner, which we did. When we arrived, the helicopter has been putting out the fire, by the way, as it became known later, they are our firefighters, working under contract, because we have money they do not pay. So, the helicopter to fly to the sea, sucking water and pour it flew to the area of fire. Soon all extinguished, and well … How it was nice to lie under the setting sun and swim in the gentle sea after several hours of jogging and prolazki the mountains … As can be seen resting and tanning, went for a walk along the streets along the hotel, look at the Uzbeks and look for things to do where to go have fun. He came our guide, vparival different tours to two times more expensive than the corner on the street … we still fall for a sightseeing tour of Tashkent – traveled to the city center, at the waterfall, in the old town we were not allowed, said that lost. In general, nothing we will not go, they say, there is beautiful and interesting, perhaps, the only interesting region in Tashkent … It turns out they were in a hurry to take us in a super-duper shopping center built somewhere in the middle of the steppes specially for tourists. Prices are sky-high, here in Tashkent, perhaps even in the company stores your skin and jewelry can be bought cheaper. But someone has even caught the process vparivaniya and, pleased with purchase of a leather jacket, rode away. By the way, funny, before let tourists wander through the endless expanses of their supermarket, staged defele where gay Uzbeks and Uzbek women came out in these most leather jackets to the music … in short, all as adults.
Well, yes and let them, they brought us home, on the way even feed. But I wanted more, and we got round to yahtochke to the ancient Greek city of Phaselis. The next morning, the captain of the yacht personally drove us to the fiatike, and drove to the port. Ride on a yacht rather pleasant experience – you being taken along the coast, showing some shallow caves, all lie, tan … in short, a nice holiday. On arrival in the cove in front of Phaselis all nakupatsya given time, after which a well-fed and taken to the beach to wander through the ruins. Either the ancient Greeks really so fond of rest, or anything else has survived, but, according to a poster on the main street, there were several baths, large and small, fitness room (sic!), And a pair of theaters with circular rows of spectators, more residues were port of the fortress was almost completely ruined and a bridge … In general, the place look nice and it’s worth it.
On the way back has gone into some sort of cove to swim, and when it began to darken went to the port, and from there bus razvez tourists at their hotels. Just in time for dinner too late.
After that, we still sunbathed, swam, went to some small disco (in Sochi was steeper, where all the discos discotheque discotheque in Dagomys) and … go home!
Shuttle back on the road stopped and we did not manage to top of registration and therefore have a rather bad place at the tail of the aircraft, plus the usual crush on paspornom control in Sheremetyevo, but good impressions were too many and spoil them to no longer could even charter airlines.
