Of course, my first order of business in Зализный Порт was to find trouble. Or, shall we say, allow trouble to find me? (there is a blues song about this)
My very affectionate name for where I live is: "Buzzardbreath" and I have even done an overnight in Shoshoni, Wyoming. I didn't mind the little cow town we just came from. But, I had business back in Wyoming and there was only so long I could go without Internet. Therefore, in pursuit of an Internet cafe, I found her.
Her English was quite good, she knew where there was Internet access, she was blond, blue and in a bikini. We hopped on my bike and took a little ride. She helped me negotiate some computer time and find a browser in Russian, etc.
Upon our return and a few photos later, I was parking my bike in the courtyard when I heard a "Voice From Above." "Ron! Come here! Now!!" That was Жанна hanging off the balcony. I had some explaining to do.
Зализный Порт is a pretty good party town, day and night. It wasn't long before we found our favorite food and watering holes. We also had a bunch of new friends and drinking partners. I didn't mind that they were all women.
I bought the girls roses. I think the young boys hawking them picked them right outside the door of the cafe.
We were there for about four days. We had a wonderful time. This place has all the trappings of Spring Break.
I got my laundry done. Жанна found a salon next to the cafe. She had her nails and hair done. Then, we departed for Крым.... (Crimea)
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