A yacht. A very provocative thing when it is anchored just a short way from the shore, gently rocking there on the waves day by day, night by night. Something to serve as a goal of daring swims, something to be explored and inspected. And when you make it there and discover that its flag bears a skull and crossed guns image with the motto: „Special Forces – Mess with the best, die like the rest“, you even feel properly rewarded for your effort.



Massandra Palace. A picturesque building on a hill above the town of Yalta, surrounded by an equally picturesque garden with roses, sequoias, sphinxes and dragons. At one time the tsar’s palace, at another time Stalin’s dacha. Presently, one of Yalta’s places of interest, but only for those with enough patience to search for it. If you follow the dubious white arrows painted on the street, they’ll point you to a path which becomes more and more narrow... more and more overgrown with greenery... until it finally disappears in a little forest and you are left to your own devices. But if you wander around for a while, exploring the city’s periphery, inhabited at places, deserted at places, you’ll finally get there. Perhaps it’s an unconventional way to protect the palace from overcrowding.




Sudak. A town with a magnificent medieval fortress soaring above the cliffs and sea waves. And with cunning businessmen. How else to explain trees wrapped in colorful ribbons so that they resemble merry mummies, and next to them a little stall where you can buy a ribbon of your choice to add it to the rest with your very own hands? A clear proof that it’s possible to sell anything to trusting people.