All ears buzzed about Fox Bay.
The customs officer, who suspected us of Kazantip, summed up: if you are in Kurortnoye, then you are in Fox Bay. Friends from zhezhe regularly commented on me with fox bays. The owner of the hotel, expressing respect to us for our well-groomed and subtly beautiful appearance, involuntarily compared us with characters from the fox bay, mentioning casually that some of his guests ran there for portions of joints. “I’m far from this, I just asked not to be impudent and clean up after myself .. For example, I love vodka”
We decided to get there. And we got there, maybe we'll get there somehow.
The easiest way to get there is on foot, but I decided to show off a little because of my interesting position.
Getting there with the help of local residents turned out to be extremely problematic. In the comments, they wrote to me about some mythical taxis for 50 hryvnias, this summer there are no such prices in this area. Taxi on call (from numbers hung with promotional cards on kiosks) called us amounts of 200-300 hryvnia. Those who defended themselves on the main “site” of the Kurortny settlement estimated themselves at 150 hryvnias, but refused to go there, because the road was littered with dust, and after such a trip, a car wash was required not only outside, but also inside.
The best price for a one-way taxi was arranged for me by Katya, my new friend, a seller of excursions. Deeply sympathizing with my easy pregnancy and the little pisyukan Ladushka, she called a familiar taxi driver who had mercy up to 100 hryvnia, and I saved this option in reserve.
It was also financially difficult to get there by sea.
Excursion stands offered 60 hryvnias on a boat there at 9 (11, 13, 15 hours), back at 19. When I set out to agree, pay and sail the next day, it turned out that the boat goes to Fox Bay only when applications leave at least 4 people. Where can I look for other comrades?
I almost fell into despair, because even on the formed acquaintance with the merchants of excursions they offered to go back there for 150 hryvnias - a boat for me alone - I almost decided to go on foot. As a result, they brought me a boat for 100 hryvnias, and I will give the number of this magical person to anyone who happens to be in these places and who needs to go fishing, diving or swim somewhere.
Sasha, Renat and our new friend Sveta/photographer set off for Fox Bay on foot at 9 am. We took beach equipment and plenty of water with us.
Lisya Bay is located on the right of Kurortny, and the Kara-Dag complex rises to the left.
Ladushka and I went on a boat trip at 9:45 - we drove for at least half an hour, although I could be wrong. To calm my nerves, I put on Buja a yellow inflatable vest, bought on the first day, which we hardly use in swimming.
I was scared to the point of stupor - I have become very shy lately, especially when it comes to the elements. We sailed in a small boat, bouncing on the waves - the shore was too far from us, we had a woman with two children, one of whom, a small one, was vomiting into a beer glass. It was a friend of the captain, he drove her further than us. I thought about what I would do if we suddenly capsized and drowned, if we could get to the shore and all that. Riding a boat on such waves is an attraction, or even extreme. But still I liked it. Ladushka too, although most of the time she looked ahead with round eyes, sometimes she laughed, but it was clear that she was in shock.
While we were sailing, it seemed to me that the road to the bay was actually very short - why were we so safe. From afar, everything looks different. When we were unloaded on the beach, everything fell into place.
Now I want to talk about the trail itself from Kurortny to Lisya Bukhta.
A couple of days ago I sent Renat and Sasha there for reconnaissance. They returned quickly enough, having previously called me back when they reached the place. There is no mobile communication in the fox bay, unless you climb the mountain. Then, if J does not blow away, there is a variant of negotiations.
The road in one direction takes 45-60 minutes, if you go with a firm man's step. At first, this is a regular road from the village, along which a car can pass. Then begins the rocky coast with small and large pebbles.
Further - a kind of path alternates "off-road" with sharp stones of rocks, you have to walk on stones, on clay, on gravel and pebbles.
3. a melting glacier apparently flows down this "channel"
7. this is a dangerous place on the trail - those two boulders, in our opinion, are just planning to fall
9. At the beginning of the path there is a significant obstacle - a collapsed rock appears. You can climb over it or swim across the sea, but it seems to me that swimming is stupid.
The path is simple, but requires attention, in some moments of skill.
it's just a crossing from above
10. this inscription reads - everyone walking throw a stone on the path - apparently, in order to quickly organize a normal crossing over the rock
11. On the one hand, the sea, on the other, mountains of volcanic origin rise, they are adjacent to the path. At 5-10 meters from the shore, you can see blocks of stones that have fallen from the mountains, on which tourists and birds sunbathe.
If you look at the sea, you can see and imagine how the lava spread from the mountains into the sea. The landscape is similar to landscapes from the movie "Million years BC".
They say there is also a mountain path, but this time I did not allow the men to explore it. Sometime later.
13. just a man coming out of the bay, with a simple double bass
14. renat and string bags + pride and courage
15. At the entrance to Fox Bay, before reaching the tents and cafes, you can meet cows eating shit and garbage in a landfill.
18. the dog that lives on the mountain
19. something insect on the mountain is my husband, who is confused to call me
20. the cafe we missed
21. Fox Bay - the beginning, Piccadilly is visible in the distance
26. my little girls
28. top view tents
So, Lada and I were unloaded from the boat to the shore.
What we saw was a large number of naked people. More precisely, the dressed characters immediately catch your eye, and the naked ones, that's just the point, merge with the landscape, and you want to immediately join them and merge with nature ahahaha. In clothes, you immediately begin to feel uncomfortable. The number of naked ones may depend on the remoteness of civilization buildings.
31. People are placed on the shore in tents, some build shacks on the slopes of the mountains, some arrange sheds there. Someone pulls up sheets near the sea to light up without injury to the skin - however, another shade is hard to find here. Behind the rare trees growing in the strip between the slopes of the mountains and ending in a beach place, people have made nests for themselves - there they hide from the shadows, consume, communicate and exist.
Everything that comes to mind is made from sea stones - starting with mini fences, ending with stones / idols that can be painted.
36.
Swimming in the fox sea is a pleasure, lying on the beach is also a pleasure. The beach consists of very small pebbles - almost sand, it is much nicer than the beach in Kurortny. Along the entire coast there is a very convenient entry into the sea, and the water is especially warm and gentle.
There are a lot of naked people there, in fact - the fox bay is called a nudist beach. I would say that this is just a beach where there are naked people. I saw a lot of people dressed up. A lot of fat and hairy ones, but in this atmosphere you don’t feel the vomit from them. As a bonus, I can mention the naked beauties that abound in the nudist fox bay. All their bodies are white or brown, they look so beautiful against the backdrop of the sea and sand, at that moment I even managed to envy their even skin, without bruises, scars, tattoos, jewelry and everything else. The good news is that most women (of any age, mind you) take care of themselves and almost all have a complete absence of hair anywhere, there is nothing like hairy pubes, especially if the hair there is sparse and brown.
Naked girls can also be found in Piccadilly, where the main contingent of dressed people.
Naked aesthetics are close to me, Sasha was also delighted. Undressing in nature is something special. It seems to me that this is very good and correct. Lisya bay is almost close to ideal, due to the fact that there are a lot of beautiful naked people.
By the way, after the Fox Bay it is very difficult to adapt to an ordinary plow - something always interferes, clothes, for sure!
The atmosphere in Fox Bay is special. This is because completely different people gather there, and everyone is trying to behave differently than on the “mainland”. They don't always succeed, but it's fun to watch. Tent life and some asceticism, rejection of civilization, return to innocence, unity with nature - this is wonderful, another thing is that not everyone is given, not everyone needs it. It seems to me that conveniences were invented for that, in order to develop, but also to have the opportunity to beautifully return to romance.
People from the tents cook in pots. They build stoves and bonfires from stones, make improvised slabs. Garbage is stored in a landfill at the entrance to the fox bay, where the cows sit during the day and eat what they find.
37. I was brought on a boat, by this time my men and the photographer were already in place. Sasha sat on the mountain and looked out over the sea, so he quickly descended, moved us to a random tree, where we began to unpack. After 10 minutes, Renat and Sveta came, we spread the covers.
From the lair behind the tree, colorful locals looked at us.
"Hi all!" - I told them and waved my hand, they looked at me with such interest.
"Hi what's your name?"
I introduced myself.
“And my name is Uncle Slava, and if anything, you contact me”
Of course I did. After 10 minutes, a woman with a beard approached Uncle Slava and tied three palms on his head, as some little girls do.
While I was lying upside down for 20 minutes, the natives looked at me intensely, I was of interest even in their sophisticated society.
A naked boy with a backpack came up to us and began to persistently lay out smoking devices (“devices”) made of stones. Sasha and Renat refused at first, then they clarified that this would be useful to us only as an element of decor.
"You don't smoke?" - the boy asked dumbfounded
"We don't smoke anything, no cigarettes, no ... we don't smoke anything"
“What are you doing then? Are you eating?" - the boy did not let up
"No, we don't drink or smoke"
“And you don’t even thump???” - “Well, what kind of rastamans have gone, what are you doing then?” and left, as if even offended.
The fact that people smoke in Fox Bay is visible everywhere, except that no one walks along the beach, proudly waving flags and banners: WE CONSUMP! Now I understand the attitude of customs towards those who look somehow informal or hippie.
On the whole, the noticed drowsy groups made a blissful impression, did not notice swollen faces, drugged by "rest" or not disfigured by intellect. The only tent triggered a puke reflex in me - three thin boys were sitting next to it, each with dreadlocks of different lengths, one of them had characteristic Indian pants like an ankle fly - I often saw these characters in the resort. Every time they behave like monkeys, like macaques - they jump wildly and apparently in their opinion carbon monoxide, sometimes sideways, bulging eyes and the like. Perhaps this is some kind of specific reaction to me, but in general their appearance makes a depressing impression.
Of course, I met a Moscow red-haired boy - whom I run into in the MSC in the center. The redhead used to have gorgeous long hair. The first time I met him was on the Arbat - he was trying hard to bring himself to the bottom, so that the brain would slowly atrophy and the nomadic lifestyle would merge into the manner of communicating and speaking, into the way of life and all that. As soon as he sees me, he looks at me for a long time, as if trying to find out, and then he comes up to shoot a cigarette. At the time of the meeting in Lisya Bay, he had a homeless look, dirty jeans, his whole body was covered with huge brown freckles, his hair was either wet or dirty, not far from dreadlocks, the color was indistinct, but his eyes were large, maybe even beautiful, they looked at you incomprehensibly, a plea in them - give a whitefish already someone. He came up to us while we were eating and popped a cigarette.
The strangest impression from the beach was that I saw a naked boy with cerebral palsy. He was led by the hand by a man, they were both naked. The boy is terribly thin, the body is very strange, everything is as shown in specific clips, very thin arms with huge joints, hands, sharp incomprehensible movements, they walked along the beach towards the sun and the sea. I didn’t understand what emotions the boy was experiencing, but it seemed to me that he was madly happy, I’m not afraid of this word.
38. The time was approaching 12, I am very afraid of this sun, we all went to Piccadilly to have lunch and put Ladushka to bed.
On the road, I asked my companions to take pictures of tents and all sorts of interesting things, but they did not cope with the task, so there will be no reportage photos.
40. Piccadilly is the central and only street where cafes are concentrated, decorated in oriental styles, and they are also food shops.
46. We spent almost three hours in the cafe - I chose the one where the wind was the least from the sea, somehow it happened that it was the very first.
The hosts, non-Russians and non-Ukrainians, are very friendly girls, they liked us and they even tried to communicate with us. They cook there disgustingly, everything is fatty, in oil, I ate home-style cutlets (rare vomit) and sausages - even worse, they looked like a soaked bun. Lada ate pilaf and Ukrainian borscht - we poured orange oil into the ashtray. Good thing we ordered a lot of vegetables.
Prices are the same as in a standard cafe on the coast of Kurortny.
47. Billy Bungalow
Across from us was a cult establishment, as I understood it, at Billy's. We did not manage to sit there - the cook apparently got drunk or died. From there periodically fell out the classic type of koldyry - not everyone consumes substances in Fox Bay, some drink until they lose their pulse. There are a lot of koldyry, at Billy's for example, as well as in pubs at the end of Piccadilly. They look like homeless people at the Yaroslavl railway station - they are dressed in summer clothes, their faces are swollen and all lined up, sometimes they come across young and incomprehensible, who have lost all orientation in space. I know what all this is from - cheap Crimean wine is a very dangerous potion. You can actually catch a squirrel. Once, when I was at the excavations in Chernomorskoye, I drank two glasses of such wine - we quarreled with each other in our company, I fought with Sasha, we hardly slept all night from the "bull" that took our brain. It would seem that.
59. Sudden Axl Rose is prettier, isn't he?
60. Piccadilly has a paid shower and toilet. You can also pour fresh water from a tank for money - 50 kopecks 1 liter, the rest of the water is sold in bottles and baklakhas in cafes / shops. We did not go to the shower - it costs 10 hryvnia. A lot of people wash in the sea - I saw a girl in the process of soaping. From personal experience, I’ll say that washing in the sea is disgusting, one might even say so, it doesn’t make much sense. Once I had to wash with the sea for 7 days in a row - I permanently felt dirty. And it's very hard for me to imagine how people can have oral sex in such conditions - it must be soulful punk rock or chronic substance intoxication.
Yes, there is a feeling that by the evening everyone here is starting to have sex - a feeling of libido is poured everywhere. We felt like ordinary tourists who had taxied to the zoo. I could not live there for a long time, I love the comfort and small conveniences too much, in particular, to wash before or after the process.
The toilet costs 2 hryvnia. The toilet is a wooden cabinet, with a neatly designed hole in the ground. The only abomination is the flies and the smell, but there is at least protection from the wind and rain if that.
One can only guess how those people who live along the entire coast of the fox bay act. Apparently, those who lived there should talk about it. Most of them pee, of course, in the sea, but what to do if they stop you - after all, you can’t run far and quickly along the sand and the surf. I sympathize with those who have diarrhea.
After lunch, after Lada woke up, we moved back to the beach. Sveta turned out to have children's paints for body art, I painted Ladushka's face - she likes to be a kitty. Then the body art on the face was made for me - all this for a fox beach photo shoot. We will be able to evaluate the results when I return to MSC, although I am very interested in what happened in the end.
65. Lada is very afraid of waves, although other children from Lisya Bay frolic in them. The waves were great - for a while - and clean, almost
67. the second time I was afraid to swim, Sasha rinsed me in the surf
69. and then I arranged an erotic photo shoot for Sasha - handsome - at least print it out on a calendar
75. here he looks like bruce willis
78. In the evening a strong wind arose, I did not dare to go back by boat and thought that it would be cool to walk all the same.
I walked barefoot and did great. In some places, however, it was difficult - I was forced to move even more slowly than usual, but only because of my bare feet. If we meet again, I will definitely walk. Lada traveled with her dad on her shoulders - I think she liked everything more than all of us.
Along the way, empty beer bottles and torn flip flops are everywhere.
Not far from Kurortny, we saw a recumbent punk in the rocks - there was an idea that he crawled away from the tents and fell asleep, but he looked like he had just arrived, that is, relatively clean, with a baseball cap, belt and all that. At first I thought he was dead, but he was still breathing. I don't think things like this end well.
and a few more goodbye photos that I took on the way home
87. this is a stone in front of the entrance to the bay
88.here I tried to take a picture of frozen lava
96. my family against the backdrop of Kara-Dag
and I have a request: if someone has more information, personal impressions, maybe someone wants to correct or supplement, give links to their photos or someone else's interesting reports - please comment. Let the post turn out to be useful for everyone who is interested in this place.
To Cape Kokushkin and Mount Ashlamalik rising above it, including the slopes of Echkidag and the adjacent part of the Black Sea area; a bay between the Karadag and Meganom mountain ranges.
This place (near the villages of Solnechnaya Dolina and Kurortnoye) has a sand and pebble beach that stretches for more than a kilometer and is especially loved by nudists, hippies and other informals. The length of the Lisya Bay coast is approximately 4–5 kilometers (1200 ha, including 140 ha water areas; Shchebetovka, Feodosiya City Council). A peaceful place far from civilization will pull you here again and again.
origin of name
There are two versions why the bay is called Lisya. First, foxes formerly abounded in its vicinity. Second: here, in the local waters, there is still a kind of stingray called sea fox. The fish is very nutritious and practically waste-free - there are no bones, only cartilage, and if you cook fish soup from a stingray, there will be no leftovers. But local old-timers assure that before the bay was called "Lysa" because of the exposed coastal ledges towering above it.
Description
The protected coast has a good pebble-gravel, wide (up to 30 m) by the beach at the foot of the ledge of the Tauride Formation of mudstones and siltstones. In the relief of the slope, numerous terraces, hollows, ravines and balconies are observed, formed by solid siderite layers, blocks of which periodically roll down the slope and are displaced by landslides and small streams that dry up in summer. At Cape Kokushkin in the sea, such blocks form a real "archipelago" that protects the cape from abrasion.
The slopes of the coast are almost deforested, sparse shiblyak and steppe vegetation dominates. On the very shore of the Lisya Bay, the last few dozen individuals of the Red Book saltpeter Schober have been preserved, which are threatened with complete destruction by sea abrasion. The drupes of this shrub with a strange sweet taste turn out to be an unexpected delicacy for visitors to these places. Among the algoflora, the red alga Phylloflora pseudohorn prevails (Red Book of the Black Sea). It is an indicator of the exceptional purity of the water area. In the animal population of the coast there are such rare species: from birds - the peregrine falcon, from reptiles - the leopard snake.
The natural complex of the Lisya Bay with the adjacent massif of Echkidaga is a favorite object for ecological tourism and field training practices for students of geography, geologists and biologists. An unusually picturesque perspective of the Karadag mountain range opens from here.
In the area of Mount Echki-Dag there are two sources (“Upper source” and “Lower source”), the famous “Ear of the Earth” - a cave more than a hundred meters deep. In addition, one of the features of the Lisya Bay is its underdevelopment: there are no buildings in the vicinity, only tents, of which there are more and more every year. The roads are only dirt roads.
Development of Fox Bay
Lisya Bay - the most famous informal beach of Crimea. The history of the development of Lisya Bay (lovingly called "Liska") began in the second half of the 20th century, when free-thinking citizens of the USSR began to come here on their summer vacations. Then these places were generally uninhabited: they were considered a forbidden border zone, and tourists who wanted to break away from this world were mercilessly driven by people in green caps. Since the 80s, this has become easier. We walked here from the village of Kurortnoye, lived in a tent city, sunbathed naked and enjoyed freedom. And in the evenings, sitting by the fires on the seashore, they sang songs with a guitar and, not being afraid to be heard, discussed the current system.
Gradually, a unique local subculture began to form here, reaching its peak in the 1980s-1990s. Lisya Bay became a kind of Soviet Woodstock, where, under the free southern sun, the domestic hippie movement and alternative music were born. At one time there were hundreds of musicians, many of whom are forever inscribed in the history of our rock, for example, Viktor Tsoi, Andrey Makarevich, Zhanna Aguzarova. With the sunset in Lisk, the most active part of life begins - people gather around the fires with guitars, drums, jew's harps, pipes, maracas and God knows what else. The music is getting louder, the port wine is being drunk more and more often, the lights of the fire show are burning brighter, the smell of weed is getting stronger. Sometimes such spontaneous concerts attract hundreds of spectators and run until dawn. In 2008, Lisk hosted the White Shaman Music Festival, a grandiose for this place, which moved closer to Meganom in 2009.
Recently, the spirit of Liska began to change - after all, popularity and progress do not always bring the best gifts. Entrepreneurial merchants have opened here, though very primitive, but cafes, they sell drinking water and firewood, annoying local aunts walk along the beach shouting “honey baklava”. Increasingly, you can see here cool jeeps with married couples of "textile workers", instead of hitchhiking nudist hippies. There are a lot of outright punks - constantly drunk, cursing and sometimes stealing.
By the way, the 2007 season in Fox Bay could be the last for its inhabitants. The fact is that one of the largest Ukrainian construction corporations, the TMM company, became interested in luxurious uninhabited spaces. She received a long-term lease of territory 50 ha, that is, the entire bay and the territories adjacent to it. According to the project, hotels, restaurants, a pier for yachts and other benefits of civilization should appear here. The environmental community began to rebel: the territory of Liski is a landscape reserve of local importance.
It is unlikely that environmentalists would have stopped construction, but chance intervened. In March 2008, the mayor of Feodosia, Vladimir Shayderov, died suddenly. And without him, not a single issue was resolved in the region. Construction in the bay has not yet begun.
How to get there?
There are two ways to get to Fox Bay. Cars drive from the turn between Shchebetovka and Kurortny through vineyards, then along a very extreme dusty dirt road, which turns into a complex barrier after rains. Pedestrians usually walk along the seashore from the direction of the village of Kurortnoye (the natives of Liski call it "KyrPyr"). Walk at a leisurely pace for 30-40 minutes.
Lovers of "wild" recreation and informals come to a quiet place on the southeastern coast of the peninsula. Fascinatingly beautiful virgin nature, breathtaking views, warm sea, secluded beaches of Lisya Bay in Crimea annually attract travelers from all over the world. In the summer season, tents are pitched everywhere, local residents open mobile cafes and shops on the shore, but there is no developed infrastructure in these places - those who do not care about the lack of comfort and amenities gather here.
Beach in Lisya Bay in Crimea: photo, description, recreation features
The coastline stretches for 5 km, running between the villages of Kurortnoye and Pribrezhnoye. The influence of the mountains softens the heat, the heat is easily tolerated. Clean healthy air, clear water, pebbly and sandy beaches, picturesque landscapes and the absence of conventions attract both those who like to spend holidays as "savages", and hippies, punks and other representatives of informal youth to this reserved area. The majestic mountain ranges surrounding the coast form bizarre compositions, adding charm to the landscape.
AT Fox Bay of Crimea is a nudist beach. Naked people calmly side by side with vacationers in traditional bathing suits. A friendly and open atmosphere reigns here and the most amazing acquaintances are easily made. The basic rule is that everyone rests as he pleases. Everyone is free to behave unusually and even strangely - the main thing is that this does not interfere with others. Because of this, Lisya Bay is not suitable for families with children, it is better to go here in the company of like-minded people.
The coastal strip is conditionally divided into separate sections, each of which has its own name. The most famous:
- - Uganda;
- - Piccadilly;
- - Guana;
- - Nyushka;
- - Miami;
- - Cinema town;
- - Cuba.
Due to the spacious territory, the beaches of the Fox Bay are rarely crowded with visitors. In the shade of trees there is a place for car camping. Paid toilets and showers are installed. You need to take care of cleanliness and garbage disposal yourself.
natural attractions
Supporters of active leisure climb the mountains, from the tops of which a breathtaking view of the sea and rocks opens up. Walking along the Karadag trail, you can take great photos of the Fox Bay. There are springs with clear ice water. Thrill-seekers will be interested in the karst formation in the Echki-Dag rock, resembling a well with sheer walls going to a depth of more than 130 meters. It is called the Ear of the Earth. Descent down is possible with the use of mountain equipment.
In Sun Valley, where unique grape varieties are grown, connoisseurs will be able to taste excellent local wines. Excursion trips are organized to the Karadag nature reserve. There are representatives of rare species of fauna and flora listed in the Red Book. The program includes a visit to the museum exposition of exotic animals, a visit to an aquarium with marine life, a dolphinarium.
Drunken naked Santa Claus, setting fire to the Christmas tree and the barbaric game "Suck the Mattress!" - this is how the New Year is celebrated in Fox Bay. But as soon as I missed it, having left to watch Feodosia - who knew that the natives would be impatient to celebrate the New Year on August 6th?
Disclaimer!
This post is contraindicated for aesthetes and champions of morality (there are beggars and nudity and there is no condemnation of all this), fappers (because all nudity was taken from afar, from the back or side, sometimes with faces framed in a graphic editor), as well as Crimean Guru (because I am in such places in general for the first time and I do not pretend to any truth). In addition, I apologize for the volume - apart from the "final" posts, I have never posted more than 60 photos and will try not to do so in the future.
To begin with, instead of an epigraph - an anecdote:
Two old-school bearded hippies are sitting, smoking a joint one for two and remembering the past:
- Buddy, do you remember the Beatles? How it all began?
- Oh, yes, yes, "Beatles", "Beatles"!
- Buddy, do you remember Pink Floyd? Remember the Wall?
-Oh, yes-yes-yes, "Pink Floyd", "Pink Floyd"!
-Do you remember "Deep People"?
- Oh, of course, "Deep Purple", "Deep Purple"!
- Do you remember, - he drops the burnt part of the jamb by his collar, - hey, buddy, knock down the ashes!
-Ah, yes, yes, "People's Bay", "People's Bay"!
I missed the hippie era. The time of Russian rock and then only caught by the tail. Never hippo, never smoked joints, never lived on flats. But somewhere, very, very deep down, I have my share of hippieness. I really liked this name: "People's Bay" - that is, the Bay of People, and I have been dreaming of finding one for several years. In the summer of 2013, when there were no signs of trouble, I planned to go to Southern Ukraine in the summer of 2014 , to friends for a couple of days in Zaporozhye, which I once examined and showed not too detailed; then to Melitopol and to Kamennaya Mogila; to Perekop, to the Turkish Wall and the "Crimean Titan", and through the steppe Crimea and Simferopol move to Feodosia, and from there - to some Bay of People, since there are a lot of them on the peninsula. Well, home - through Kerch and Krasnodar ... As a result, life decreed differently, but, even without the steppes of Northern Taurida, it was a success. I asked many analogs, but they couldn’t explain anything intelligible to me.Someone said that it was a good alternative, but I found its secluded coves almost deserted.They said about Meganom - that the people there are more intelligent and don’t blow grass, but it’s hard to get there, no water, and this year "only 3 fell it's worth it." They scared a lot about Lisya Bay - that it’s dirty (in the literal sense of the word), and it’s mostly inhabited by not the most decent of the nefers, and the majors appeared and steal from tents ... In general, in the nearest village I rented a cage for 100 rubles and went to Fox Bay. They say that this year it is abnormally sparsely populated, in general, the Koktebel region suffered especially hard that summer - the tourist flow fell about three times (against one and a half times throughout the Crimea). But the people in Crimea are not few this year, but usually too many, and maybe that's why all the fears were not justified. In Fox Bay, I found my personal little paradise.
If you sit facing the sea, on the left hand it grins with teeth and shimmers with shadows in the gorges of Karadag, because of which Toprak-Kaya timidly looks out, really changing color depending on the time of day. Behind Karadag - Koktbel, where I never went on this trip, and in front of Karadag there is also the village of Kurortnoye (Tatar Otuz, and in everyday life, along the final Feodosia PAZik, Biostation), whose houses can be seen behind Crab Cape, similar from afar to a drinker from the sea fox, which allegedly gave the name of the bay. To the right, in the distance, an unshakable bulk lies Meganom, tightly covered by the desert, at its base the village of Coastal, which is part of the Sunny Valley glorious for its wine - in Lisya Bay they call it Solidol and they prefer to walk here either in a group or with some means of self-defense. I walked from both sides, and to say frankly - Resort and more pleasant, and closer.
Even if the surrounding beaches are completely covered with this Crimean pebble, on which you can’t lie down normally and it hurts to walk, then in Fox Bay there is large sticky sand. Sand - of course, it is packed everywhere, but it is soft to lie on it and it is easy to walk on it. True, only under water near the beach is a strip of cobblestones that are almost impossible to overcome without being knocked down by another wave. It is difficult to drive to Lisya, and the slopes above it are composed of a completely Turkestan-looking striped clay:
As already mentioned, I arrived in Kurortnoye by bus from Simferopol and rented a room there. 120 rubles is a little more expensive than the Russian Railways locker room (or maybe even cheaper now, mln) and, in principle, the second cheapest place where I have ever spent the night - the first was the Collective Farmer's House in Kazan in 2002, where a double room cost 80 rubles. Why a room? Well, I didn’t know what was waiting for me in Lisk, I was afraid that I wouldn’t like it radically there, I was afraid of thieves ... in general, in the end it turned out that I lived in two places, spending the night in Kurortny not every night, but keeping my things. Half of the rooms were occupied by refugees from the Donbass, the other half - by a large Ukrainian family in three generations from Zhytomyr, who got along well with each other. From the house in Kurortny to Lisya Bay, the journey took half an hour along the coast, and I went there in slippers, without a camera, without documents, even without a mobile phone, with several hundred-dollar bills in the pocket of my shorts. Path through the scree:
Lisya Bay has a very extensive “entrance”, where people with hair and dreadlocks are already walking, someone is already swimming naked, but the shore is stone, there are no tents yet and sometimes obviously respectable vacationers from Kurortny come in. They add color and boulders in the sea, on another of which, like a mermaid, a naked maiden may well sit. On one of the screes there is a "gate" of Lisya Bay, for the convenience of climbing someone put a tire near them:
View from Crab Cape. In the upper right corner, the peak of Echki-Dag (670m), closing the bay from the Koktbel-Sudak highway:
View of the bay ... all these shots were taken on the last day of my stay, when I went to Sudak, from there to Solidol, and since it was an educational outing, I came to the bay with everything that I usually wear, including a camera. On the right you can see a white and blue tent and a dark green canopy - there I ended up "registered". In general, on the first day I came here restless, did not know anyone, wandered aimlessly back and forth, but somehow irrationally noticed a couple of tents. On the way back to Kurortnoye, I somehow got into a conversation with a middle-aged but charismatic woman, around whom an extremely fast girl of about 10 was constantly rushing around. They were from Dnepropetrovsk, their mother's name was Natalya, the daughter was Dara, but I don’t remember what they were talking about then spoke. The next day, I discovered that they live in just one of those tents that I noticed, and their tent, together with a couple of neighboring ones, made up Little Dnepropetrovsk, where a canopy played the role of the Dnieper embankment. The other inhabitants were very friendly informals a little older than me, who spent most of the day banging on tom-toms, completely disconnecting from reality, and sometimes drinking tea, and I came to them just at the time of tea drinking. I asked Natalya if it was possible to land, and one of the informals immediately silently handed me a bowl of tea .... and if at first I had the idea of making a few acquaintances in Lisk and standing with one or the other, in the end I I got along with these people so well that I didn’t feel like going anywhere else. I had interesting conversations with Natalia about everything from health to politics, and Dara became friends with me almost immediately. She turned out to be an amazingly talented musician, in her incomplete 10 years she played the guitar in a way that few adults can do (but capricious - give her a violin only with nylon strings), and I think we will see her on TV in 10 years, all the makings there is - talent, activity and a thirst for attention (she could not sit still for a second, and played on the strings on the nerves of those around her) and truly acting charisma - when you know how to get everyone so that at the same time they still adore you. I also made friends with other people. In general, an important property of Liska: “residence requirement” - if on the first day they looked askance at me, and when I sat down next to some company, usually they were clearly not happy with me, then in recent days it was impossible to walk along the beach to not to exchange a few words with someone.
At the beginning of the bay - painted stones:
Fox Bay has its own internal geography, and slightly different in different parties - but only slightly ... The first location along the way is Jackalka, it's not quite Fox Bay. Its peculiarity is that you can drive up to it by car, so there are mostly "majors" there. If in other locations you go wherever you want and communicate with the first person you meet, then here it’s quite possible to run into the normal in the outside world “Why are you walking around here? Walking over there, and here we are standing!”. I usually tried to get over the jackal as quickly as possible, and I didn’t even make good shots on it. I remember only the very last tent, where a family from Donetsk stood: a strongly built peasant, a very beautiful face and naked body, a middle-aged woman and a boy of about 12. I met them, it seems, leaving the bay for the second time, and the conversation with them began and ended each of my subsequent visits. They stood on the outskirts because they were tired of listening to "well-wishers" from Kyiv, Kharkov and Dnepropetrovsk, promising their city an early "liberation from terrorists", they talked a lot about the ideological background of this whole uprising, and in general, when they tell me that "the Donbass no dignity", I remember these people and cease to respect the speaker. But they were no longer standing on the Jackal, but, as it were, on their own. Yes, and my view here is not on the Jackal itself, but on the congress to it, it should also be noted that it is not the easiest:
View from the back. As you can see, contrary to popular belief, not all nudists are here. You can walk naked, but you don't have to. And in the distance - the center of Fox Bay, the location of Piccadilly, or simply Shalmans:
A group of shops and cafes, where, in principle, you can even call a taxi (although the prices are clearly for majors - 400 rubles before civilization) grew here, it seems, relatively recently, and they say that it changed Liska very much, before they appeared, it was described to me as a virgin kingdom honest naked planokurs. In stores, prices are a little more expensive than on the mainland, but tolerable, and the Tatars keep trading here, as elsewhere in the Crimea, but some special, slightly unformalized themselves, especially girls. Of the individual points, it is worth mentioning a stall with birch sap (50 rubles for a large glass) and a tandoor with delicious cakes:
Fruits, fish, all sorts of chips, crackers, snickers, cola, lemonade, mineral water and house wine. Probably stupid, but I didn't care. Boiled corn, churchkhela and other Crimean classics of the genre:
Fruit. The local "trick" is mamardyk, or "Indian pomegranate", these orange pods. More correctly, as explained in the comments, momordica, and by origin it is rather even an "Indian cucumber". From the inside, the truth looks like a pomegranate with small, harsh berries - but the berries are firstly sweet, and secondly, pitted. Watermelons are cheaper than in Moscow, but fabulously expensive by Crimean standards. In general, apart from momordik, I bought here only lemonade and mineral water.
Several shamans have their own face. Chief among them and apparently the first - "Piccadilly". According to the bartender, it was built and designed by her husband a few years ago. Dastarkhans, popular in the Crimea, obviously "brought" by the Tatars from the Uzbek exile, stand here right above the sea - go, in a storm a wave sweeps into the hall:
The food here is VERY tasty and inexpensive - apparently, the fact that you do not have to pay rent affects (but I think there is a "roof"). Here's lunch: rapani, yantyh with feta cheese (it's like a cheburek, but dry and tastier), a waffle tube and a teapot of hibiscus, from which some kind of sweet nausea is piling up ...
The design is simple, sloppy and generally tasteful:
In addition to the main hall, there is also a secret loggia, where if you hang your legs - with good excitement, they will be licked by water.
Shalmany is the only place in Lisk where it is not customary to go naked. If on the street between them to see naked people still happens rarely, rarely, then inside - almost never. Well, except that it’s very good for someone, and even then after 10-15 minutes the owner of this body woke up and threw on a dress.
Shalman opposite, stuck right to the clay cliff, is called "Baghdad", and there is almost no food here - but here they smoke hookah, drink, dance and rage in the evenings. His interior is the wildest:
Rastaman songs are constantly played inside. There was also a sad, but also rastaman style song about a soldier:
I am a soldier, I am a premature child of war
I am a soldier of the army of the god of a forgotten country,
I'm a hero... just tell me-oh-oh-oh
What novel?! - from which we can conclude that it is better to be a rastaman than a soldier.
But the best song I heard there is definitely "". Let me quote it in its entirety:
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
Amphetamines will not bring to good
In principle, I have never had a craving for drugs, but if she suddenly wakes up, it will definitely not be amphetamines, because after one or two listening to this song out of the corner of my ear, I already have a subconscious associative link: if amphetamines, then they won’t bring you to good . And somehow, on the beach, strong guys with angry faces and a dog on a leash passed us - the police in civilian clothes periodically make a detour. It seems that they turn a blind eye to planokours, and they fight hard drugs to the best of their ability, but by the way, are they here, hard drugs? I did not see any signs of their use.
The most severe shalman stands a little aside and is called "At Uncle Misha's". They eat vodka, sip beer and swear:
Uncle Misha himself. Alas, the fly swatter with a smiley in his hand did not get into the frame:
He is also the Lord of the Toilets - for 20 rubles in his shawl they give the key to these wonderful cabins, but there is no soap and paper:
In the evening it’s good in shawls, and Natalya and Dara and I dropped in a couple of times at the carbon monoxide parties in Baghdad, while in Piccadilly I preferred to dine in the afternoon, even before arriving in Lisya Buhut, having switched to an unusual diet for myself - to eat a hearty meal once a day:
"Piccadilly", "Baghdad" and others against the backdrop of Karadag. By the way, it must be taken into account that sometimes they close for half a day or a day for cleaning and receiving goods, but I don’t remember if they work at night:
The next location (with a couple more shamans) is Goa. Due to its proximity to the center, it is considered the most carbon monoxide, drunken and stoned people come across here most often. But as you can see, there are children here, and moreover, it’s normal here, it’s just that nobody bothers anyone:
Hey, do you like taking pictures of children?
-What?
Who are you filming, paparazzi?
-What if a person with a camera came to the beach, then he is already a pervert right away?
- No, well, anything can happen! I thought you were taking pictures of children...
- No, that sign over there... It's my first time here, I just go and take pictures of different goodies. I don't take pictures of naked people, at least up close and from the face. If you want, I can show pictures.
-No, no, no, no! I can already see that you are normal! And you know, anything can happen. Here they posted me naked on the Internet, and my wife, more than once. And recently, there was a general frenzy - filmmakers came, filmed a report that homeless people were settling on deserted beaches in Crimea!
In general, photographers in Lisk, of course, are not liked. They said that some voyeur was recently caught and beaten well. However, walking with a camera is not forbidden, here it is a question of trust. Only thieves are worse than voyeurs for locals - they told how some thief was not only beaten, but they also tattooed the word "rat" on his forehead. And I think that all this happened precisely in Goa - it is the capital here, a place of movement, trash and intoxication. The most colorful personalities are sitting here, the most picturesque tents and even houses are standing, the people are always crowded. Also pay attention to the Adreevsky flag - many flags are hung on their tents here, most often Ukrainians, of course, I saw Belarusian flags a couple of times (and not "chase"), but I didn’t see Russian ones, except for this Andreevsky one:
Jamaica stretches further - this, I would say, "Fox Bay by default." A long narrow strip under the cliffs, where there is nothing - only a tent and the sea. Someone is constantly walking by, but here - the very balance: not noisy and not drunk, like in Goa, but not family like in Cuba. Actually, Little Dnepropetrovsk was located in Jamaica. Although I bought a tent for the trip, in the end I never used it - I slept in a sleeping bag right under the stars, three meters from the surf line, and when the wind blew, I was covered with sand.
Next - Cuba, starting with a small ravine. The real Cuba we have is famous for, as you know, medicine. Here, too, there are mostly mothers with small children, and earlier, they say, they regularly came here to give birth. Here, the differences from Jamaica are disadvantageous in the other direction - people value personal space and worry about their children. However, naked over dressed prevail here as nowhere else in Lisk.
There is a cross made of thin sticks. In the ravine there are several capital houses made of ethnographic stone. And toilets on natural "balconies", from where only the head sticks out and overlooks the sea and the beach:
I must say, the role of free toilets in Lisk is played by ravines, but I never went there.
Further along the shore is a narrow cofferdam, where on the very first day I badly hurt my leg on a stone, so I limped until the end of the trip and for some more time in Moscow. There is the Siderite Cape, and it is not entirely clear how the locations Nyushka, Eden and Uganda are related to each other. As I understand it, the last one is below, the first one is on a hill, and Eden is in the deepening of the coast, where there are trees and there are no mosquitoes or sand.
They say that there are some famous personalities in Fox Bay, they mentioned to me either Arefieva, or Aguzarova, or both. And for example, Irina Antsiferova, whose song "Nudist Beach" Wikimapia recommends as an exhaustive fear of the Fox Bay, was my literature teacher ... in secret I hoped to somehow accidentally meet her here.
Someone else's flag:
Hut on the outskirts. I went here on the first day, a very sincere man from Kharkov lives here, I promised him to come back some other time, but I never did:
What was filmed here somewhere in 2004, no one really knows, either different films, or some unreleased tape, or maybe it’s not a movie town at all? Be that as it may, it is gradually collapsing and now there are not many hundred of the original left:
There is at least one more location - Zelenka. It is not located by the sea, but on the slope of Echkidag up from Shalmany, and opens its hill, which the locals, of course, called Siska (maybe there are other names, but I have not heard them). On Echkidag, continuing the anatomy, respectively, there is a cave of the Ear of the Earth:
Zelenka is quite extensive, it has its own sub-locations, for example Three Oaks, and there is no wind and sand, but there are mosquitoes and far from the sea (in the sense of more than 3 steps). Natalya and Dara had friends there, and we often went there, especially on Zelenka it’s beautiful at night, when you make your way through the bushes with a headlamp, seeing lights behind the branches, and suddenly you come across a huge blue-and-yellow flag because of the turn ... Although local politicization is exhausted by flags. There are negligible conversations about politics, and those that were - without conflicts. Friends from Mariupol, from the category "for Russia, but against the DPR", came to the same Natalya, everyone got along well and understood each other. And yes, I really met people mainly from Ukraine, from large cities east of Kyiv. The Russians also met, but much less often - for example, a couple from Voronezh was standing nearby, a beautiful girl from St. Petersburg once looked in for a visit, Muscovites dined nearby in shawls, somehow I talked with a stopper from Tyumen, who didn’t recognize me by sight, but at the mention of my other travels, I immediately remembered: “So you are Varandey ?!”. I saw Belarusians here too, and according to rumors, guys from Kazakhstan were standing somewhere ... In general, there is a place for everyone here.
And through Zelenka runs the road to the cult place of the Lisya Bay - to the Spring. He is alone and quite high in the mountains, they usually go there at dawn - not for ritual purposes, but for fear of the heat. There is nowhere else to get water here, only bottled and not quite cheap in shamans - in fact, I bought the latter for drinking, but cooking buckwheat on it is no longer the case. The climb, to put it bluntly, is rather boring, but horses graze on the slopes:
The spring itself is high, and at the last meters I suddenly felt prettier, my eyes darkened, and the man who was nearby immediately rushed to save me, pushing the "membrane" between the thumb and forefinger almost to the blood - but either from pain, or True, from the impact on the point, I came to my senses. For some reason, it was in the Crimea that it was especially difficult for me to climb ... and in general, I didn’t like going to the spring. And here it serves as something like a club, where people, resting after getting up and waiting in line for the coveted stream, communicate. Here came some Natalya's acquaintances with a huge dog; here the woman undressed and, moving a little away, made an ice basket chellenge, squealing and shouting "For world peace!". If you already draw water - then a full backpack of bottles:
This trickle waters the entire Fox Bay:
In the course of the play, I have already spoken about the people of Fox Bay more than once ... Now I will try and show it. At the same time, I thought for a long time about the moral and ethical side, am I violating someone's privacy? I photographed naked people from the back, repainted their hair and all sorts of hairpin bags in Photoshop, in general, the victims themselves might recognize themselves, but others are unlikely, except perhaps those who hung out with them here, and therefore nothing will not see anything new. And the people here are colorful, especially in Goa and Piccadilly:
Liskin old-timers. "The soul of the Fox Bay" I remember two girls on the right - I forgot what I call the one in the sarafan, but the second one, which is on all three frames - Martha. She is always slightly drunk (but I have never seen her very drunk), and as cocky as she is kind.
Here she has a wreath in her hands with a nail to pierce the Third Eye - weddings are a separate local "chip", although according to Natalia, now they are no longer the same, more often vulgar than colorful. From the same series and the New Year without a clear date - but in principle, well, Santa Claus needs to rest somewhere, so why not here?
Martha was usually supplemented by Elektronik - the dearest comrade, also always drunk, and sometimes very drunk - in "Baghdad" he somehow foolishly shook the hookah. When asked, "Where are you from?", they answered "From here!". At the same time, although they are regulars and old-timers, neither Electronics nor Marta has ever seen in a nudist outfit.
Boy in embroidered shirt:
Hippies, yogis, Zen Buddhists, Hare Krishnas, shamans .... who can figure them out.
Here comes the biker:
A very handsome grandfather in Goa, a local lion - his parking lot is the most party place there:
The boy plays the badlam - a Turkish musical instrument with two strings, from the same series as all these dombras and komuzes. The black-haired girl was with us in the Sevastopol House for All - a significant part of its inhabitants either came from Lisya Bay or left for Lisya Bay (according to the hitchhiking tradition, partly dispersed somewhere along the road):
Basically, the inhabitants of foxes look something like this. One of the busiest parking lots near Nyushka:
As for nudism ... In fact, you stop paying attention to it very quickly. Naked from dressed differs no more than two dressed differently, and I, lying on the bank, often did not notice myself whether there was something on me or nothing. At the same time, a certain ethics is observed: go in any form, but I have never seen even tightly hugging couples, not to mention something more frank - all my personal life is in tents ...
The atmosphere here is very healthy, the complete absence of any lust. An unthinkable plot on an ordinary nudist beach is a dressed guy and a naked maiden.
In general, life goes on as usual. Someone is bathing a horse, and a couple of times dolphins came to the bay, showed their fins from the waves literally fifty meters from me:
Someone kneaded clay and smeared it with it. By the way, she is very good at washing her hair, and in principle, I somehow began to like the Black Sea water - salty enough to wash, but not so much that later I had to wash off the crystals:
People are constantly coming and going. According to Natalia, there have never been two identical seasons in Lisk - the atmosphere in it is always a little different:
In addition to water, people collect firewood:
Many are engaged in creativity - or paint pebbles:
Or they make something out of clay, and then they often sell it:
But they called the spirit of fire:
At one time, Estonian drunks told me a good motto: "Live yourself and don't bother others!" It is strange that I was not told it here.
The Bay of People means that there are all people here, and it is not necessary to expose the body in order to take off one's mental clothes - profession, status, nationality, political views, religion and age ... The most wonderful feeling that exists here: everyone can be themselves - but at the same time in public. And so to lie under the sound of tam-tam and the sound of the surf under the scorching sun, sometimes getting up and flopping into a cool wave three steps away from you - it seems you can do it forever. And then fall asleep under the huge Crimean stars, and waking up to see the dawn:
Most of all in Crimea, it is precisely this feeling of eternal youth that attracts...
I will return here. If there is such an opportunity...
The wild beach "Fox Bay" or "Fox", as it is often called, is located in the southeastern part of the Crimean peninsula, not far from Sudak, southwest of the village of Kurortnoye and northeast of the village of Pribrezhnoye.
The place "Fox Bay" is a rather large, wide bay of the Black Sea, surrounded by the impressive and beautiful mountain ranges of Kara-Dag and Echki-Dag, which gives it a feeling of some kind of isolation and isolation from the outside world.
Surprisingly, Lisya Bay is one of the places that made Crimea famous far beyond the borders of Russia and Ukraine. Tourists are attracted by both the unusual setting of the beach, which does not involve the usual formalities, and the natural features of this place, making it one of the most beautiful on the entire peninsula. In fact, the "Fox Bay" is the only one of the wild areas of Crimea that is not a state nature reserve, and therefore accessible to everyone, in which nature has been preserved in a form not affected by technical progress and any construction, and has retained its original beauty.
In addition, Lisya Bukhta, due to its remoteness from cities and any industries, is included in a number of ecological zones of Crimea with unusually clean air, which is also an attractive factor for travelers.
Description of the beach and its features
The Lisya Bukhta beach is a unique place in Crimea, where rest is significantly different from the usual beach holiday and has a number of its own specific features that cannot be found in other Black Sea resorts.
The length of the coastline of the "Fox Bay" is about five kilometers, the relief of the coast here is uneven, with significant elevation changes.
The beach is covered with sand of a grayish hue, both on the coast and under water. However, in places the seabed hides large boulders under the sand.
Due to the proximity of the mountains, in the "Fox Bay" it will not be a problem to find a shady place where, if desired, you can hide from the heat and sunlight. The air and sea water here are saturated with various microelements, such as iodine, which have a beneficial effect on the human body and contribute to overall health. In addition, the water here occupies a leading position in terms of purity and transparency compared to water on other beaches of the Crimean peninsula.
“Fox Bay” is a wild beach, so there is no infrastructure standard for city beaches, tourists who come here independently set up tents, canopies, awnings, tents and other structures, depending on their need.
However, due to the ever-increasing popularity of this place, cafes and bars usually open here during the season, although they are very authentic. In addition, in the village of Kurortnoye, closest to the Fox Bay, you can find everything you need: shops and markets with food, fruits, clothing and goods for everyday life and recreation, pharmacies, public transport stops, ATMs and other infrastructure facilities.
Vacationers in the "Fox Bay"
The most important feature of the "Fox Bay" is the contingent - these are vacationers who traditionally come here from year to year. This place attracts representatives of various subcultures: hippies, rastafarians, punks and other informals, as well as "green" tourists and those who prefer outdoor recreation rather than a hotel. And of course, "Fox Bay" is one of the most favorite vacation spots among nudists, or naturists, as they prefer to call themselves.
However, it is not at all necessary to be naked during your stay on the beach - it all depends on the desire of each vacationer, therefore, on the coast, people in swimsuits peacefully coexist with lovers of sunbathing without clothes. At the same time, the general atmosphere that prevails in the Fox Bay is incredibly friendly, benevolent and inviting, so it is comfortable and pleasant to be here.
It is worth noting that in addition to informals and nudists, representatives of creative bohemia also like to come to Lisya Bay, including famous people. So, for example, according to rumors, in the eighties of the last century, Viktor Tsoi, Boris Grebenshchikov and other cult characters liked to come here to take a break from the hustle and bustle of cities and gain strength and energy for further creativity.
At the peak of the season, a real tent city unfolds on the shore of the bay, and nightlife with fire shows, the sounds of a guitar, drums and cheerful laughter, as a rule, boils until dawn.
What is interesting in Fox Bay for tourists
In addition to the beautiful coastline, Lisya Bay and its surroundings are full of interesting and worth visiting natural attractions.
The natural protection of the bay from the outside world on one side is the Echki-Dag mountain range, towering above the beach with its two peaks - Kokush-Kaya and Kara-Oba, whose height is 570 and 670 m, respectively. Climbing to the peaks, you can see a beautiful view of the bay from here, bare and deserted, but no less attractive to the eye, the slopes of the ridge, as well as the village of Kurortnoye and the extinct volcano KaraDag.
Numerous plateaus, hills and sharp peaks of the mountain range form intricate, bizarre figures that provide excellent ground for a flight of fancy. So, for example, Lighthouse Hill, when viewed from a certain place, with its outlines resembles the silhouette of a fox that drinks water from the sea. This association is further enhanced by the dull orange, brownish color of the rocks. According to one version, the name of the bay is connected with this, although there are many other assumptions regarding its origin, plausible and not very much.
The Karadag ecological trail runs along the slopes of the Holy Mountain - another great place for viewing and photographing the surroundings.
In addition, near the peaks of Echki-Dag, there are two springs with pure spring water, which has an excellent taste, which can quench your thirst on hot days. The upper spring, called the Big Spring, is also very beautiful and deserves attention for this reason. Here is another of the most interesting places of the entire massif, which received an unusual name - "Ear of the Earth". This is a deep karst cave that goes into the depths of the mountain for 132 meters and is a narrow, almost sheer tunnel.
Panoramic view of the Lisya Bukhta beach in Crimea on Google Maps
How to get to the "Fox Bay" in Crimea
Most vacationers get to the "Fox Bay" through the village of Kurortnoye, located northeast of the beach. From the village there is a good hiking trail along the sea, the path will take about half an hour or a little more with a leisurely walk. There are two more hiking routes to the bay from the village of Shchebetovka, however, they pass through the mountains and their duration, and, accordingly, the duration will be much longer.
To date, the bay can also be reached by car, but it is advisable to do this by car with high ground clearance and all-wheel drive. On the road between Shchebetovka and Kurortny there is a turn onto a dirt road that runs along the unfinished sewage treatment plants, through vineyards and mountain serpentine to the bay.
Public transport from neighboring cities also runs to the village of Kurortnoye - for example, from Feodosia and Koktebel you can get there directly by bus number 101.
Also, if desired and necessary, you can always use the services of local taxis operating along the entire Crimean coast, for example, Taxi Crimea and Taxi Simferopol.
Video from the beach "Fox Bay" (Photo report)
