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- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
- Free parking
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... coppers, pulled us for crossing a solid line, acted dumb, we English, no understand Russian. He finally wrote down $200, I said no $, so he asked for Lira, I said no Lira, so he wrote 5000 roubles I said no so he wrote 1000 roubles, I agreed £17 and off we shot, considering the gun in his holster I think we did ok However back to Novorossiysk, we finally arrived but we had no accommodation,round and round we ...
... taxi from the airport (once I had managed to avoid being bundled into an unmarked "taxi" by two old men who didn't speak any English) I noticed that a lot of the roads were dirt tracks and a large proportion of the Krasnodarians appear to have kept their rickety Soviet era cars. I now understand why everyone at home told me to avoid getting in Russian cars!
The hotel was fine, but as soon as I got there I realised that there was no internet connection in my ...
... was terribly cold water in the river was covered ice.Morning at 5:00 we began to climb the mountain oshten.in 6:00 ...
... is some of my time. I think this is fair enough so oblige for an hour. He then insists on cracking my back, doing some kind of energy reading and cracks my neck. This is particular uncomfortable and makes me think we wants to break my neck. He then goes about trying to 'heal’ my eyes. They’re red because Im tired and he wont just go to sleep. Instead he insists I put warmed tea leaves ...
... was traveling to the Black Sea this January, I slept one night in a train station, one night in a roadside cafe, the first three nights in Roma Mesigin's semi-truck, and one later night in my tent, when it was only -5 degrees Celsius and I could keep my toes warm if I woke up every two hours to wiggle them. I'd brought fruit and sausages and chocolate spread with me, truckers treated me to hot borscht and gulash, I bought myself ...