"Sea and slippers" - probably, so I would call the story about my vacation in Adler, if I wrote it.
On the first evening, or rather, the night, when we flew to Adler, there was a storm.
I had the idea of a fix to swim in the sea the same day and hour as we settled.
The plane was detained in Moscow for more than two hours, we arrived and settled, respectively, for the same two hours later.
The beaches were closed - this was the first innovation that unpleasantly struck me first.
I was in Adler with my wife more than twenty years ago, and did not recognize him.
Where it's seen - do not go out to the sea! Everything was covered with iron fences.
But the idea of fixation and a couple of liters of beer required a foamy surf. Even if it is night.
We passed more than two kilometers, and at 2 o'clock in the morning we went out to the only wild beach that turned out to be in our accessibility. Huge, more than a meter, gray-foam waves pounced on the shore.
The stars illuminated the riot of the raging elements, and I was led by the idea of fix.
I threw off my tank top, and, sticking the bag with documents-money-cards of my daughter, rushed to the furious sea. In shorts and slippers.
I had three strokes of the waves that covered me with my head.
I remembered abruptly:
• • how tricky is the anti-wave;
• • what is dangerous to swim in a storm;
• • how my daughter will survive if something happens to me. One, in a strange city ...
It was enough to jump abruptly to the shore.
No slippers.
The Black Sea took its prey on the first hour of our vacation.
In our hotel I hobbled, supported by my daughter, barefoot more than two kilometers.
In the morning I found out that there was a record number of drowned people per night.
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Naturally, the next day we bought both ordinary and swimming - and without them anywhere - slippers. To me and daughter. The rest was great - many of my posts before that can make the picture of events a little clearer.
The day before yesterday I went to sea on the beach with a nostalgic name "USSR" for the umpteenth time. The sea for the second time took its prey - I lost one swimming slipper. Throwing off the second, and feeling unreasonable ease, I wished that it was my biggest loss.
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Yesterday we went to re-buy me swimming slippers - without them on the pebbles on the beach "USSR" uncomfortable. Bought (while I measured only one, the second I grabbed without looking). And in vain did not look!
I post photo
And further:
Two left!
When we changed the slippers in the evening, not only sellers laughed, but everything around.
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The holiday will soon end, but it's a pity! He will remember me not least as the sea and slippers.
To all a boring night!
Yours,
S.Talin aka @ roman1973