Recently, a regular trip suddenly turned into a journey with a bunch of unexpected turns.
So, with great reluctance, I agreed to go to a village three or nine lands away. It was planned to get on the bus, which left at 9:00. Since it was necessary to get up at 7:15, I decided to make myself at least some bonus and get to the Bus Station №2 by taxi.
By the way, I woke up on my own half an hour before the appointed hour. When a difficult trip comes the day before, I always sleep restlessly and wake up early. All right, I know my dad seems to be counting the time to make it. We ordered a taxi 40 minutes before the departure of the bus we ordered a taxi before the departure of the bus. The path was 8 km.
When we got in the taxi, the taxi driver said that we had 50 minutes to go and whether we had time. Dad said yes, but on the way he realized no. Now, after the holidays on the roads in the morning rush hour just an explosion of traffic jams. And the cheerful radio congratulated everyone on the day of Lviv!
So, the bus flew in front of us and my father asked the driver to change course at the Galician intersection. There we had to meet a guy who was driving in the same direction at the time. When we arrived at our destination and contacted our companion, it turned out that he hoped to get in our car. That's how she got out of the confusion. And so we, left barefoot on the street, had to come up with a new option for picking.
Catching the first best minibus, we sat down and I had to wait 25 minutes to go to the toilet.😂😂 We sat in a very good condition.
We went out in the city of Zhovkva. And I noticed that there are a lot of historic architectural buildings in this city. The bus station was located right next to the spectacular wall of the Dominican monastery.
But I was focused on the desire to go to the toilet and could not enjoy the surrounding attractions. So, a course at the nearest cafe.
One of our acquaintances once had her cafe in this place and we went there, but now there is a frozen food store, but I was indifferent and I brazenly went to the toilet 😂
Well, I'm sorry, need is a terrible thing, it makes you resort to impudence💁🏻♀️. After I got free, I was finally able to freely observe the beautiful architecture around.
I walked in a great mood on the spacious square with a smile. The sun illuminated the houses around.
The city of Zhovkva really has a rich history. The most popular is their area, with beautiful dandelion lawns.
And also there is something like loopholes, which are surrounded by a stone wall of the castle and guarded by a bright town hall with the city hall inside.
Right next to the town hall was a stop where we were going to intercept the bus that ran into us from under our noses.
While we waited, I decided to approach the very themed gates of their castle. This mighty wall looks very majestic.
It even has holes. Probably from them soldiers were shot during the war. And this yellow building is also very definite.
Here is our liner who forgot us in Lviv, but we caught up with him.
And already a direct course to the station "Lipnik". I grabbed a seat in the first seat so I'm the least sick.
I took some photos of the road with beautiful clouds and sat down to sleep, as my dad says: "Lipnik, our stop, let's go!"
And again I had a reason to be nervous. Hahaha. We had to cross a few rails and sleepers and through the woods, through the seas, and there quite a bit.
I was so hungry that I could not wait for home to chew Easter cake on the go. Dad took me to his favorite secret coniferous tree road.
At first everything was great, a beautiful forest path. There were some sticks in Dad's backpack, which it was very necessary to bring to the village.
And so we rested on expanding the space of the excavated field.
And as I say to my dad: "Well, a beautiful secret path."
And Dad says: "I did not expect such a turn of events"!
And we half crossed with grief. Who knows, it is very difficult to pass this type, because the feet are sinking in the ground. Five minutes later, my shoes were completely killed.
And in the middle of the field, to our complete happiness, we still came across a reed swamp.
Dad took off his shoes so as not to get his shoes wet and tried to go and carry the bags. And later I was transferred😇😇
And then two more hectares of pine forest to cross.
And again, Dad, like a big menacing beast with a big backpack, goes through the not piercing prickly branches.
And that's why we climbed into such thickets to see a unique phenomenon - a meter anthill.
After walking another kilometer on sandy roads, we came across a nice pond where the locals are fishing.
And finally the village, stables, horses, hay and me. Hahah.
But you just look at what a bombastic journey from a small trip. And how many varieties we met along the way.
Thank you for visiting!