We got out of town by taxi quickly, in about 20 minutes. They drove us right to the gates, which were closed. They opened for us automatically, after we said that the places were booked. The girl at reception kindly explained on which side our room-apartment was, but did not accompany us. We went out into the darkness, but found it quickly. Identical two-storey buildings, in each building 4 apartments.
The conditions are good, powerful air conditioners work, in the kitchen all the necessary utensils. In the morning we woke hungry; the husband has the habit of a solid breakfast — a normal habit; I …. I can both drink coffee and eat a dry biscuit, if there is nothing. The husband switched on Google and started looking for the nearest restaurant or café with European food.
I will list what enters our notion of European food: scrambled eggs with bacon, bread, butter, jam, hard cheese, a portion of yoghurt, honey, black tea (he does not drink coffee) and this is his food for breakfast. Nothing special, it seems, but this has to be obtained somewhere. When we travel around Western Europe, everywhere in hotels they lay breakfasts, but in this American one — no.
At last the husband found the nearest eating place — an Irish bar 600 m from our resort. We left the house at 8.30. It was baking — 30 degrees. We walked through the green zone of our resort and came out onto a «naked», six-lane highway, on which hangs a speed-limit sign of 90 miles/hour. We need to cross to the opposite side, but the pedestrian crossing with a button is 100 m away.
I can describe my mood in a few decent words — «I was ready to lie down and die». There was no strength even to walk 100 m. And suddenly the traffic on the road became not intensive. It turns out their traffic lights «on demand» are placed at certain distances and, when green light for pedestrians switches on there, on the remaining stretches of the highway the traffic «slows» and you can calmly cross where you happen to be at the given moment. Well, thank God! We crossed to the other side.
And there the pavement is poorly equipped — sand mixed with little stones. I have trainers on and I overcame this obstacle; we walked 600 m, along the way some technical objects were placed. Our Irish pub is not to be seen. I say to my husband: this is if you fly by helicopter, then 600 m, and since we are walking, going around technical obstacles, let’s look at the map on the phone.»
At last we arrived — a grey concrete building, some windows boarded with plywood, in the parking lot — one car — an old pickup. We find the door — the entrance, we go in: two visitors sit — two old cowboys in hats, they smoke. I quietly say to my husband «probably we will breakfast outside, there I saw tables standing …»
We approach the counter; behind the counter a white woman barwoman (a barmaid 😃). Ivan asks whether they cook Irish breakfast here. The answer: «Yes.», and the barmaid asks: «And will your girlfriend also breakfast?» … Vanya, I think, did not quite understand what a girlfriend is, although he speaks English perfectly 😃, and I quietly so in Norwegian say to him «Van, Van, girlfriend — that is me, your wife.» And to the barmaid I nodded «yes, yes, I too will have Irish breakfast».
And I decided to look for a little place without a smoke screen. And yes! I found it! Next to it was a hall with air conditioning. Visitors — none, and even a not-badly furnished room with a sofa. And
