Koktebel, Ukraine
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
White-white coast of sometimes green, sometimes blue, sometimes grey, sometimes sea, mysteriously surrounding from the both sides mountains, cape that in different time of day and weather changes its colour, recreation centres with the exits straightly to the sea, campings few meters near the sea, festivals of Argentinian tango, jazz, salsa, discotecs, cafes, Tatar restaurents, hookah rooms with the sight on the sea, wine, place where soviet poets were inspired from beauty and cocaine, place where painters, poets, musicians are inspired today, place where parachute jumper, windsurfers, cyclists, tourists, rastafari are gathering, bosses go mad from atmosphere and wine, couples are walking, young boys are dancing with womens waltz on the sea-front, young girls are dancing Macarena, songs are heard, so.........Welcome to
Koktebel!!!
This place is very mysterious. It attracts, swallows up and allows you fully relax. Most of all I remember our arrival. It's raining. We are walking infinitely along the beach in teh searching of place for camping. We had a slender hope. And this calm sea, dark mountains with the tops behind the clouds, pebble, rain at the same time frightend and attracted. So moments you cann't forget!
