Monday, July 22, 2013

Pskov. How to organize great family trip?

12.07.2013

Pictures of the first day are here:

Family trips require careful preparations and planning. Last summer we had a great journey to Ural Mountains, crossing a famous border between Europe and Asia. So this year we decided to continue exploring our country and went to Pskov, very nice, beautiful and incredibly cozy city on very north-west of Russia, almost on the border with Estonia, Latvia and Belarus. We were arguing about the transport to go there: my sister was for a car because you are more independent but my mum didn’t accept anything but the train as it’s more comfortable. On one hand, my parents were right: you can move, lie, sleep in a train, on the other side, our train was horrible. To be more accurate, our coach was really bad, because it was an old dirty car without any air conditioner, with “side places” (means that there were 56 people in one stuffy and dusty car). Also the conductors didn’t care about anything, even about being polite. Add to this a lot of stops and a long stop in Novgorod where we opened a window to breath and got tons of huge mosquitos that bit my sister and my mum so that the whole week after they had huge red itching spots. We slept brokenly 3-4 hours at the utmost cause the train arrived at 7 am.

Fortunately, the bad part of trip was over with that: my dad has a friend in Pskov and his driver met us at the station and drove to our parent’s spa-hotel “Pozdnoev’s yard”. I and my sister lived in the other hotel but actually spent only nights there. “Pozdnoev’s yard” met all our expectations: besides delicious breakfast and comfortable rooms and service, till 10 am guests of the hotel had free entrance to spa complex (swimming pool with a lot of water massaging devices and Jacuzzi, sauna and Turkish bath, Charcot's douche etc.). By the way, my favorite part was a special shower where you can chose different options: “tropical rain” (warm drizzling rain from the top and bird singing), “waterfall”(pretty cold stream from the top and from sides and water sounds) or “storm” (lightning, thunder and heavy rain from the top and from sides). My parents were too tired to go anywhere so it was me and my sister with my nephew to experience this spa our first day. After it we all had a wonderful buffet breakfast with a lot of options and my dad went to pick up a car that his friend gave us. My sister with her sun and me went to explore a road to Pskov Kremlin.

At first we wanted to walk at the bank of the very beautiful river Velikaja ("Great") to enjoy the view, but unfortunately the whole bank was under reconstruction so we chose a busy central street Sovetskaya (called Great in the past) which led us directly to Kremlin. Sun was shining, it has become warmer outside, it was a true summer and we bought ice-cream, sat on the bench and realized that we didn’t want to go anywhere. We were sitting near a sculptural circle of niches each of them was inhabited with a small funny dwarf except one where Max (my nephew) was hiding.

After that we went to an information center where a nice girl with hair shaved above the ears told us everything about tours, boats and other touristic services of Pskov. At that moment our parents arrived by the car and we all were trying to persuade Max who was jumping and running among ruins of old churches and other buildings of ancient Dovmontov Town near Kremlin to go to an exhibition.  It was an old Departmental Chamber which impressed with size and number of papers and records of management of 16-18th centuries written by a copybook hand (with a feather and ink!). Feathers, old stamps, scrolls and old chests, candlesticks and huge heavy copper keys – everything created an immersion into a busy work of government clerks, departments and governors of provinces. How did they manage to write with such beautiful handwriting while having so much paper work? Definitely, an exhibition was worth our efforts of climbing incredibly high steps to the Chamber. We also checked an exhibition of cold steel arm of 16-18th centuries where we found a lot of interesting details of good-looking tall Russian warriors and German knights: chain armour of very delicate netting, swords too heavy to lift, neat Turkish sabres and helmets. Max even tried to lift a mace but it was too “adult”.

After exhibitions we decided to have some fresh air and to go down the river by boat for a one-hour trip. We had to wait for it and then to fight to get on the boat as there were 2 numerous teenage football teams (they came for some competition to Pskov from different cities) who also wanted to have a boat trip. Though the trip was great. First of all, views were even better if not equal to all European landscapes. Secondly, the weather was sunny and joyous and kids were surprisingly nice and polite. We waved to everyone swimming, diving and marrying on the bank and fed gulls and always hungry football players with bread. At the end of the trip Max fell asleep and we went back to our hotel for a dinner.

In our hotel “Pozdnoev’s yard” there are four “chambers” (restaurants): “Coffee Chamber”, “Pie Chamber”, “Beer chamber” and “Refectory” (plus a “Wine Cellar”). We decided to start from “Coffee Chamber” (where actually you could have a full dinner) which made us happy with delicious food and interesting interior in French style of aristocratic living-rooms of Peter the Great times. However we didn’t like service there.

For an evening we had tickets to an open-air theater just near the ruins of Dovmontov Town (around Kremlin walls) – Pskov Drama Theater showed us “Pskov girl” (a famous drama play). It was a great play that impressed us so much that Max even burst into tears when a main character Olga, a girl from Pskov, is killing herself after Ivan the Terrible killed her fiancĂ©e. We got a great pleasure not only because of wonderful acting but also because of possibilities of open-air theater: real horses, round dances, true old costumes made us “living” with characters on the grass just in front of us. Full of emotions and impressions we went to our hotel beds. 

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