Arabat Spit

The long winter evenings, watching the neighborhood of Crimea, drew attention to the Arabat Spit. A sort stokilometrovy strip of land, sometimes tapering to a couple of hundred meters away, where there is practically no population. Determined to break away from civilization in the vast and deserted beaches.
Summer came, sat down and went.

After one and a half thousand kilometers reached Genichesk.
I will spread quickly, texts procured, breakdowns do not care.
Photos are clickable in the amount of 54 pieces, the end will tell.
Route:





1.
Night was falling. Siwash. Interesting, with a specific smell of the place.



2.
We spent the night after the last population center Rifle.
Morning, familiarity with the terrain (on the Azov never not been), the local "savages" on the one hand ...



3.
... And on the other side.



4.
Underfoot shells.



5.
These small creatures, we were totally unprepared to meet, with no problems, they penetrated into the tent through moskitku.



6.
Local vegetation, flowers.



7.
Spines. A very formidable plant, a dried thorn thorns passed through the thin soles summer botinochek quite rarely fatal, but nepriyano.



8.

Siwash distance.



9.
Road, comb primer ...



10.
... Consisting of limestone. As it turned out, the land, the soil itself is not there, everything from limestone.



11.
Right Siwash.



12.
On the left, just beyond the cusp of Azov.



13.
Again Sivash with birds.



14.
A lonely house near the well with fresh water. The owner allowed zatarivatsya water you like. Quite by the way, since we have spent a certain amount of it to flushing the body after bathing in the sea.
It turns out that the effects of swimming in the Azov Sea are different from swimming in the Black Sea. If, after the Black enough to wash away the salt (which you can not do), after the Sea of ​​Azov to the body firmly stick small pieces of shells, half the size of a millimeter square, and after drying scratched. For dry skin skolupnut them is very problematic, and washed off with water once.



15.
A certain tsopel.
Apparently from the Soviet era were rectangular pond fish. Here he is there and grazing.
By the way, common and local people hunted fishing nets in these ponds.



16.
Ponds were over, and the roads, too, were the direction and freedom!



17.
Some berries, there is not.



18.
I wanted to take a picture the old pot, but fotik focused on local mosquitoes that by simply Sivash nevebennoe number. They are small and nimble, bite and devour rally seems to have a proboscis instead of "anchor."



19.
Wind.
Near polusaray some ...



20.
... And unknown garbage.



21.
We decided to swim the brakes and look at the countryside.
Look back.



22.
Looking forward.



23.
Sea View.



24.
Endless beaches.
The wind from the sea, strong, there are no mosquitoes, their blows on the hill (near the car).
Beauty!



25.
And no! for dozens of kilometers around!



26.
The water is very warm, the sea is shallow, the bottom is nice.



27.
After a short meeting, we came to the conclusion that while the Lyapota stay here for a long time, we are not ready, there is no shadow, so no tent, inside which you can put up a tent, catch nothing. But especially because of these fucking mosquitoes.
We looked at the map and decided to take off down the coast until you run out insects.



28.
Eden, baldeem sometimes swim, good clothes did not need watering.



29.
So Makar got to Kazantip Bay.
Windmills.



30.
Close they are huge.



31.
They drove up the hill, from where views of the bay.



32.
Located.



33.

No mosquitoes!
But the tent is still desirable.



34.
Cape right, gold, on the general's beaches.
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35.
Cape left capes.



36.
More panorama.
Clickable.
In the background is a slide or shaft was from previous panoramka.



37.
Well, of course a photo of sunset, where do without him.



38.
In the morning I met on a chair mantis. While fotikom walked away, he decided to back off, but did not.



39.
Morning beach, everyone is asleep.



40.
Cooking in boiling water for coffee.
KSAT, folded box so fucking help from the wind.



41.
Tushnyachёk with makarikami.



42.
A local fisherman.
As I understand it, he throws away first, and then for this fishing line let the leash with a hook.
Like anything, he did not catch.
In the evening we pulled his shell rock jammed in the machine. "Soil" is very precarious, always someone someone pulls out. Veselukha.



43.
Our cubicle.
Never use navёsa film, she told me all the brains "otshurshala 'in the wind.



44.
The wind picked up, sit tired, rushed to the Black Sea.



45.
We stop anywhere ...



46. ​​
... Fotkat



47.
We pass Sudak.



48.
Somewhere on the road.
This photo space can not convey.



49.
Braked for the night at a campsite in Solnechnogorsk.



50.
View from the tent.



52.
view from tent



53.
We go further.
Wild grapes. Edible.



54.
More vkusnuypirogek some, small, round, stone and taste like plums.
Then another story altogether.
Pokatatalis well.
Again, let's go.

That's all.



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