Russian Journal 2013 - Day 6
Day 6 - Kabardinka
After a disturbed night of waking up in hot sweats, I finally succumbed to morning around 9.30. Ira and Vlad had already visited the shops and cornered several fresh fruits for our breakfast paper plates. Yes more improvisation.
Today Vladimir, on another recommendation, wanted to visit another town up the coast (about 30 mins drive) called Kabardinka. Our driver, Sergi, who is not a taxi driver, but someone who is staying at the same apartment as us and happened to bump into Vladimir, have become firm friends (well perhaps not friends but acquaintances),has agreed to take us.
Kabardinka seems like a thriving tourist town. Even more so than Gelendzhik. The main town centre is packed with souvenir stalls selling various cheap novelty items. Keyrings, fridge magnets and Sea shells - there all here. One elusive item I have not seen yet though is the good old fashioned stick of rock. Despite asking in every establishment I could, no rock was forthcoming. Though I was offered Coal, Quartz and piece of concrete! The search continues.
The route we took to the beach took us down a very pleasant thorough fare, decorated with fountains, flower beds, eateries and shops. A little slice of paradise in the South of Russia.
When we reached the end, the bay if Kabardinka open up before us. Beautiful calm blue sea, pebble beaches strewn with swimmers and sunbathers. Electro beats echoing over the speaker PA system, shops selling yummy food, and, a pier (that seemed to be closed).
We decided to move further down the beach, as the main part had far to many browning bodies occupying it. A ten minute walk and we found a less busy beach with a sandy sea bed no less.
The swimming area itself was perfect for kids as it was quite shallow quite a way out. Further on, in deeper water there was a stone wall which rose up out of the sea, and which could be used as a resting point before the return swim back to the shore.
We spent pretty much the whole day here, swimming, roaming around and trying to entice young Treadwell into the water, the quality of which was probably better than Gelendzhik.
Vlad dived off of the stone wall with his snorkelling gear, in the hope I guess of finding some long lost oceanic ship wreck. But returned alas empty handed.
Lunch was simple. Pancakes freshly made at a local food establishment. Very nice too.
Later in the afternoon Vladimir started to feel unwell, which he blamed on some dodgy home made wine he tasted this morning. So we packed up around 4pm and took the long walk back through town to meet Sergi again.
After a salmon and rice dinner that the apartment administered. We retired to watch Doctor Who before bed.
One more thing, the crickets here sound even more aggressive than the ones in Gelendzhik. It's like someone's playing the maracas to a Latin American beat over and over again.
After a disturbed night of waking up in hot sweats, I finally succumbed to morning around 9.30. Ira and Vlad had already visited the shops and cornered several fresh fruits for our breakfast paper plates. Yes more improvisation.
Today Vladimir, on another recommendation, wanted to visit another town up the coast (about 30 mins drive) called Kabardinka. Our driver, Sergi, who is not a taxi driver, but someone who is staying at the same apartment as us and happened to bump into Vladimir, have become firm friends (well perhaps not friends but acquaintances),has agreed to take us.
Kabardinka seems like a thriving tourist town. Even more so than Gelendzhik. The main town centre is packed with souvenir stalls selling various cheap novelty items. Keyrings, fridge magnets and Sea shells - there all here. One elusive item I have not seen yet though is the good old fashioned stick of rock. Despite asking in every establishment I could, no rock was forthcoming. Though I was offered Coal, Quartz and piece of concrete! The search continues.
The route we took to the beach took us down a very pleasant thorough fare, decorated with fountains, flower beds, eateries and shops. A little slice of paradise in the South of Russia.
When we reached the end, the bay if Kabardinka open up before us. Beautiful calm blue sea, pebble beaches strewn with swimmers and sunbathers. Electro beats echoing over the speaker PA system, shops selling yummy food, and, a pier (that seemed to be closed).
We decided to move further down the beach, as the main part had far to many browning bodies occupying it. A ten minute walk and we found a less busy beach with a sandy sea bed no less.
The swimming area itself was perfect for kids as it was quite shallow quite a way out. Further on, in deeper water there was a stone wall which rose up out of the sea, and which could be used as a resting point before the return swim back to the shore.
We spent pretty much the whole day here, swimming, roaming around and trying to entice young Treadwell into the water, the quality of which was probably better than Gelendzhik.
Vlad dived off of the stone wall with his snorkelling gear, in the hope I guess of finding some long lost oceanic ship wreck. But returned alas empty handed.
Lunch was simple. Pancakes freshly made at a local food establishment. Very nice too.
Later in the afternoon Vladimir started to feel unwell, which he blamed on some dodgy home made wine he tasted this morning. So we packed up around 4pm and took the long walk back through town to meet Sergi again.
After a salmon and rice dinner that the apartment administered. We retired to watch Doctor Who before bed.
One more thing, the crickets here sound even more aggressive than the ones in Gelendzhik. It's like someone's playing the maracas to a Latin American beat over and over again.
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