How to get to Yalta? First you need to get to the Crimea. You can drive to the Crimea, you can fly, but the most romantic is to swim. Immediately plunge into the water.
You don’t have to go swimming, you will reach by ferry (as sailors say so, because they do not sail by sea, but go). Immerse yourself in that special feeling that arises only in the open sea. The Kerch Strait will already make you feel it. But he will have to go. By plane, of course, faster. But some are very reassured by the changing view outside the window, provided that you are not a driver. Outside the train window, it’s ideal, because there is also a knock of wheels, again, it calms some very much.
Therefore, reassurance will begin as soon as the train starts. Just don’t remember this article when you’re on the train waiting in line for the toilet, or again in line for the ferry. Remember, the sea is worth it. And Crimea. Because there are also forests, which you will not see, for example, in Nice. There are all hotels and all - of European quality, there is no place left for forests.
There is an option to drive to the Crimea. But it would be nice to know something in advance. Not so long ago, it looked as follows. Before Belgorod everything went as if there had never been a change since the Soviet era. Then quiet Russian border guards appeared and, as if embarrassed by their duties, imperceptibly, like shadows, the car slipped. At night, you could not even notice them and sleep calmly on, but on the Ukrainian border everyone woke up. Bright light turned on. Full, peppy, enthusiastic Ukrainian border guards appeared. We had to get up, fold our beds, get out and rip our bags. “Why do you have children's things? Do you have children?" Drilling glances made you forget your sleep, what is your name. But the worst thing was the unfortunate Ukrainian “guest workers”. They always lacked some marks in passports and certificates. “With things out,” the verdict followed. And some sadly took their handbags, while experienced did not reassure, calling in a whisper amount. She reassured not everyone, but everyone obediently lined up in front of the closed compartment of the guide. We went out and quickly walked back to fill up. The search was ending. At the checkpoints of cars, the situation, in fact, differed a little. That was two years ago. Now, those who want to get to the Crimea, bypassing the ferry, you should know that you have to cross the Ukrainian border. If you run into, they can beat for a Russian passport, take things away for the needs of the ATO, etc. Or maybe you are lucky.
It is interesting that trains to Crimea from Lviv, Kiev, Zaporozhye , etc. did not stop walking for a day. They are somehow completely not affected by tanks and heavy guns in the Donbass. Rides are quite comfortable. Ukrainians are relaxing in the Crimea. Such are the things.
But here you are - in Simferopol, in Kerch or in Sevastopol. how ? You will not have problems with this. Rather, you are surrounded by a fan of high-profile offers. Do not settle for the first. Take a look, compare the prices a little. There are also buses. And as long as Mustafa Dzhemilev and Lenur Islyamov rejoiced in the explosion of power lines in the Kherson region, there were also trolleybuses. Forewarned - means protected, sorry. But, there is no silver lining. Ukrainian activists gave Crimeans a wonderful opportunity to enjoy pleasant conversations by candlelight. Communication with loved ones doubled. Women engaged in needlework. True, such a magical time is becoming less and less. A permanent trolleybus service between Simferopol and Yalta is likely to resume soon.
There is nothing more to cut. The channel for the Dnieper water, which the whole Soviet country built so amicably, Ukrainians fell asleep much earlier. The water from it now swamps the Kherson region and merges into the sea. The healing air of Crimea does not have the ability to block neighbors. Crimea, wonderful, magical Crimea awaits guests, especially Yalta. The sea is still mysterious here, mysterious rocks and quiet cedars. And still the deep call of the Motherland is spinning.