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Our time in the city of Krasnador was spent shopping and people watching.

The women are smartly dressed favoring tight pants or short skirts. You see the odd running shoe but like most European and Asian countries a good pair of black shoes is a fashion must. A close second is a good black leather jacket or coat. In Krasnador, however, there were also a lot of fur coats on parade.

The cuisine is healthy and hardy. You must try the smoked salmon and sturgeon wrapped in blintzes.

A mix of interest and pity to a fishy! Sturgeon fish is a conspicuous feature of the local Azov Sea fauna. The famous Russian 'black caviar' is just processed and salted mass of sturgeon eggs.

Also, the pickled cabbage, tomatoes, garlic and other vegetables. Don thoroughly enjoyed his hot-pan of roast beef. Any dish can be washed down with a shot of vodka or one of the many good Russian beers.


We went on a day excursion to the Black Sea. The highway is lined with stalls selling locally produced honey, nuts and pickled produce. The towns along the coast are still quaint even though there is a lot of new construction in the way of huge resorts and other tourist attractions.

Black Sea. March 2001 The sea was stormy and looked rather unfrendly on our visit.
Black Sea. Inal inlet. July 1998 However, as we were told, it becomes an attractive place for swimming and sunbathing as the calendar passes June and, especially as it approaches August and early September.

The highlight of our visit to Krasnador was the time spent with Sergei, his wife, Vita and their two children; Mark 15 and Valerie 12. Not to mention their two Persian cats whose names I have forgotten.

The Sergienko Shura the (tom)cat She is Dasha
Spoiling Vita

Vita is an excellent cook and thoroughly spoiled us with wonderful breakfasts and dinners. A nice surprise was a picnic lunch consumed by a babbling brook on the road to the Black Sea.

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