Meeting loved ones - Eugeny7’s report on a vacation in Koktebel.

 Meeting of loved ones.

   ...We recognized each other almost immediately.
Of course!  I have become quite nutritious, if not
say fat) Like 1/2 Ryder, which is already
very solid.  But Ryder is even more salty
den and personable.  But I have a job
obliges to be important.  I will strive to
ideal. Fortunately, the pies don’t run out at lunchtime.
   So, we met as part of a family
Vennikov somewhere in a secret place under
Peter.  The meeting was very warm and even
somewhat touching. They were drinking. 
   The weather at that time was amazing!
Every day it rained, there was a fucking
that’s what it was called in St. Petersburg this year).
   A day or two passed and my wife and I had to
burp in warmer climes. And where would you go
thought? Well, of course! To Crimea)
   Honestly, this is the place we've been going to for the second year
We go in a row, like an amateur pervert. Ter-
The rhetoric is proudly called Koktebel.
 What can I tell you about this town... 
 I'm three weeks old, that's too little!  There
there is everything for a spektrumist, except of course
the spektrumists themselves.  Both beaches and naked
beaches, and women on them, and beer for 60 rubles
0.5, and discos, and excursions, and againwomen, and Crimean wine (the only one that
which I was able to drink), and the steppe, and the mountains, and
women, and live music for every taste and
many, many more!!!  And there is also
naked women!  Even my wife from some
I was impressed)!
 In general, those who traveled around Crimea exp.
ress, 2-3 days in a new place, no shit
they won’t understand.
 In Crimea you need to relax sedately, no-
hastily, with feeling and booze.  Good
Crimea. In local so-called restaurants
nah for lack of a license - action
“the bottle is yours, the snack is ours”!   This
saves the budget most severely, I’ll tell you)
   This year my wife and I had a specific...
plan of action. First, go hiking
hike to Mount KaraDag, then visit the trail
Golitsyn and Chaliapin's grotto (we've seen enough
Heads and Tails), sometimes relax in Tikhaya
Bay and be sure to go to an appointment with
to the local grandmother.   And that's all
mind you, you had to do everything
in threeweeks!  Don't tell me that
all this can be done in three days.  If you
If you think so, then you don’t know how to relax!
   So. I already stuttered that three weeks in
Koktebele is not enough for me.  From the planned
We didn’t have time to go to Mount Karadag. Well
We didn’t have time, damn!
 I'll focus on the granny leader.
 Having refueled with moonshine, vodka and
beer, the owner of the guest house and I, where
stopped and set off on the day of arrival
swim. On a bench in the middle of the embankment we
met the legend of Koktebel - a local
greatness and Runet star Aunt Luda! This and
there is one of our visiting points
Koktebel) Who doesn’t know, type in YouTube
"fuck the grass" and you will understand everything)
 In general, Aunt Lyuda’s conspiracy promises a similar
the following for smoldering males: fuck the grass,
come to Koktebel, you will fuck
every day!  All the girls will reveal their
shells!  Well, and so on, that's all
impossible to remember) There is a long list
who will fuck whom and how, so that the children-
shki were born and returned to Koktebel)
 As a result of the conspiracy, I can say that
or a grandma with her pussy, or
awesome women scurrying around, or stupidly
sea air, but my wife a week later
began to ache from me.  Which doesn't really me
pleased, of course... In general, gray hair in
beard, demon in the ribs) Minsk, by the way, hello!
   What else can I tell you?  About the hike along the trail
Golitsyn?  Fuck it, who cares?
Although it's beautiful, of course.  But if it weren't for the thousands
tourists...
   ...Time has passed, the moment has come to return-
say goodbye back to St. Petersburg.  To this most beautiful
disgusting slush.  Our expectations are that
summer will come there, did not come true.  As a result, in
last day before leaving St. Petersburg,
caught a cold. 
 Be careful here, gentlemen!  NEVER,
do you hear? NEVER fly with snot!!!
 During landing, my eyes almost
left ear was missing.  Damn, what a pain it was.
No attempts to equalize pressure
helped.  As a result, I went deaf for half a day.  And 
I don’t even know what consequences await me
in the future.