The short second day in Petersburg.
Sleeping several hours right in a car I had given out my father’s products to his business partner's wife feeling a little bit ashamed for my old car and getting free from my obligation I had started to think where to drive next before undesirable leaving, so I’d decided to have a swim somewhere. While we were in Petersburg the years before together with wife there wasn't any toll road so we were driving the common road and had a freedom to swim at any river we had been crossing and this time while I was driving the toll road always all the ways aside were closed and I decided not to try getting out from the toll road to get faster to the city. So after thirty hours the wish to swim become an obsession. Using the Internet I've read where is the best place near the Petersburg to have a swim, had got some place name and drove. Getting to a place I saw the crowds of people and started wonder where I had got - turned out that it is a very famous tourists destination - Peterhof. I was here decades ago and watching the very impressive lines of tourists to the cashboxes I’d decided not to wait and get somehow to The Gulf of Finland. Asking the policeman how I can get to the water he told me to try the down Park which has the sand beaches but getting to the cashbox I saw again the very long queue, so I walked back and tried the middle park which was a success as a goal getting to the beach but turned out that The Gulf of Finland is very dirty to swim in and again being at gunpoint of hundreds of foreigners cameras wasn't in my plans, so I left the idea to swim and was just walking around listen to the disapproving cries every time I stepped between the making photos foreigners.
The road to cashboxes of Peterhof.
The queues of happy tourists.
Here I'd wanted to take a photo of a strange tired pigeon in the center which looked as - Get off me everybody. And had heard from tourists that this pound behind is a part of fountain system.
Tourists, tourists tourists. I'd thought that it is much more fun to take the photos of tourists instead of any local history objects...
The Finland Gulf - the smell is very fertile...
The next day while I got to my city at four o'clock in the evening my friend had called me to share the feelings of a trip, so I bought the chicken, Vodka was long waiting in a car cause I bought it in Petersburg but hadn't an opportunity to drink it, and immediately drove to father's house, to have a shower, to speak, to drink, to eat. I have waked up after at four o'clock in the morning on the veranda alone feeling very rested and drove at home.
The road to cashboxes of Peterhof.
The queues of happy tourists.
Here I'd wanted to take a photo of a strange tired pigeon in the center which looked as - Get off me everybody. And had heard from tourists that this pound behind is a part of fountain system.
Tourists, tourists tourists. I'd thought that it is much more fun to take the photos of tourists instead of any local history objects...
The Finland Gulf - the smell is very fertile...
The next day while I got to my city at four o'clock in the evening my friend had called me to share the feelings of a trip, so I bought the chicken, Vodka was long waiting in a car cause I bought it in Petersburg but hadn't an opportunity to drink it, and immediately drove to father's house, to have a shower, to speak, to drink, to eat. I have waked up after at four o'clock in the morning on the veranda alone feeling very rested and drove at home.
