I tried to leave Saratov, and got about 5kms down the road before realising that cycling is not for me today. On the other side of The Volga is Engels, a town smaller than Saratov but with the same seasidey feel about it. I stayed in what seemed like a very cheap but plush hotel (I realised why it was so cheap when I look out of my window and see nothing but a brick wall!) and decide on a bit of sight seeing. Engels again has a prom like Saratov, and beaches full of sun bathing people. I paddle, people watch, drink Kvass, get a bite to eat and then crash out by 9!
No comments:
Post a Comment