Sevastopol

Twice destroyed, twice occupied, twice reborn and twice as welcoming as any of the other cities we've been so far here in Crimea...

Getting here, an ordeal. An upset stomach slows Mash down to finally make us take an xtra rest day and then its me who can't overcome diziness and has to do a forced stop on a highway rest area. Not the best night rest. Noises from cars, trucks, loud music and the ocassional car making a quick stop at the rest area with the occasional girl asking "why do you undress me in public?" made our night here an eventfull stop. Not much sleep though....
Early next morning we pedal, higher and higher into the Crimean mountains, we are now saying our goodbyes to the south coast as our last stretch takes us over to the other side of Crimea. As we approach the city, there is a never ending hill that welcomes us, Sevastopol is on sight now...
Big city, plagued with cars, motorcycles, noise, and people everywhere. But high spirits help us find a cozy place and as 2200 rolls in its the moon that smiles and welcomes us with fireworks... aint she nice? ;)