I wake up this blog after a long sleep to tell about a beautiful day I spent with my wife in the village Molochne in the Crimea.
This village is a well kept secret.
We came here Monday evening after dark, and had a little struggle finding a place to sleep. In October summer season is over, and the village’s only pensionate is closed for the winter.
Every day we have spent in the best way possible, at morning down to the sea – and stay there.
This Thursday we intedended to follow excactly the same plan. The only moderation was to change to the beach next to the old time Soviet space center with the magnefic parabola. Then we could combine the visit to the beach, with a visit to the center.
Our cunning plan had an extra detail to add tons of flavour: We bough not a bottle – but a – in Norwegian – melkekartong of wine, to keep our company even better. Clever.
The shortest way to the space center is to cross a field. On sunny days the view is excellent. And the very good news is that each and every day here is sunny. We are north of the Crimean mountains, most of the rain pour down on the soutside, on the tip of the coast, like much more popular Yalta.