Abkhazia as a resort, it knows for sure when to celebrate a birthday, and should consider Alexander Oldenburgsky to be its mother (and father).
In 1901, his cousin, Nicholas II, hinted to the prince with excessively progressive views that he had better retire from the eyes of the emperor, and he left for the Black Sea. Abkhazia, the prince began to equip the Black Sea riviera.
Already in 1903, gardens and parks, castles and villas, a hydropathic, telegraph, electricity and running water appeared in the swamped area.
A restaurant Gagripsh, transported by a prince from Norway, is still in effect! Current Gagry You can explore the length and breadth of the week: perfectly preserved castle of the prince, new hotels and old pensions, cafes and restaurants, shops, almost always bearing the name of the daughter or grandson of the owner, and beaches, beaches …
A place that is not familiar to all, even seasoned tourists, is located high above the city. The easiest way to find a way there being a beautiful girl who captured the heart of a local jigit.
Every man respecting tradition will definitely take the lady there. From a small area in the mountains you can see so much sea that it doesn’t fit in your head — almost from Sochi before Sukhumi.
In the warm summer nights there is not overwhelmed — couples in love take all advantageous positions.
And in Gagra there are courts. Tennis on the Black Sea in the era of All-Union health resorts was almost a sacred sport — for nothing, whether Yeltsin introduced him into government fashion.
A powerful children’s school, experienced adult trainers, the Big Hat tournament, and now excellent courts right on the beach, with all modern showers, saunas and changing rooms. Everything is based on what was built by the Prince of Oldenburg.
The courts are located on the same place as a hundred years ago, and the legend goes that the drainage system has also remained since then — but this is not true, of course, everything is new.
A good half of those who are coming to Abkhazia rest, looking for a meeting there with youth or childhood.
My childhood often stayed in Pitsunda, on the edge of the grove of relict pines, in the rest house of the Union of cinematographers — with its own jetty, endless pebble beach, swimming pool and cinema, with chess tables in the hall, with unchanged dogrose infusion in the dining room, with its own Smoktunovsky in shorts, and Danelia with fishing rods, and Zhzhenov , gently on hand with my wife … And now there are six floors of broken glass and concrete fragments, the wind whistles in the former rooftop bar, and only the relic grove and magnolias in the park, thank God, are safe and whole, which means you can still restore .
But blessed bay in Pitsunda, with seven hotels-towers, where once without a pass it was possible to penetrate only along the shore, through a hole in the fence, everything was in order, everything was repaired and restored. The beaches are clean, the concert hall is working, full of people.
And in the cafe at the pier, where I once first tried a khachapuri-boat with an egg, standing in a queue, hungry for Lykhna and meat, everything functions: the boats are tasty, and the coffee is brewed on the sand, and the kebab is just as beautiful, stern , hairy and loud-voiced.
If you have ever been to a lake in the middle of mountains at least once in your life, then all your life you will look for an opportunity to return there or at least find something similar. But there is no such beauty in the world as a lake. Ritz. Dark deep water, green shores, sheer cliffs with snowy tops — and above all this the aroma of smoke braziers.
Once a narrow serpentine leading to the lake, was filled with tourist «Ikarusami.»
Then, for obvious reasons, everything became empty as it became extinct. After that, some brave tourists began to appear, accompanied by guards with machine guns … Now everything is quiet and calm, but you cannot see the old flow of buses. However, this should disturb the owners, and the guests, on the contrary, are happy with the cleanliness, the absence of crowds and queues.
And small wild trout caught nearby and grilled on the coals without any frills — refined by itself, just enough for everyone.
Journey to Abkhazia: the boy and the kitchen
Patsha is a traditional kitchen in the courtyard of the Abkhaz house. In the life of the Abkhaz, the role of the patkhi is very significant. “Do you know why the Abkhazians are so thin?” — the Abkhazians ask and without superfluous words they lead you to the stepsu. “Here,” they say, “the shop, but the burqa.
The master of the burka will wrap up, he goes to bed on the bench. You will be fat, you will not fit on the bench, you will not be able to sleep. ”
Travel to Abkhazia: New Athos, Sukhumi
Standing above the sea, the monastery in New Athos is visible from afar, the domes again covered with gilding shine against the backdrop of mountains and blue sky, and walk along the steep paths high, but shady and this is pleasant. The main temple has been completely restored from the outside, restoration work is being done inside without bothering it, the monks are busy with the housekeeping.