Water as a rare resource
In front of us lies the Black Sea, the natural divide between Asia and Europe, and the only water in sight. Unfortunately, with too high salt content… this is not what we had in mind. To replenish our supplies, the first days we are dependent on other people.
The first one who helps us out is Vasil: The older harpoon diver spends the summer here in the caravan. He used to be an Olympic swimmer, today he plays cards with the lighthouse keeper and the soldiers of the Cape barracks. His story does not always sound happy, yet he seems relaxed and content to us.
An exhausting first day lies behind, a lonely house in front of us. It seems the owner is giving a party. Without further ado, Eva takes our empty containers and after a short chat she is allowed to refill them on the garden hose. Her knowledge of Russian is an advantage, but the languages seem as different as German to Dutch. “In two or three kilometers we find a source of water,” she tries to translate.
An hour later we have water … unfortunately only from above and in the form of hail. Shaking, we sit in the wet tent, cooking pot and bowls set outside to collect the valuable resource. Unfortunately, the showers are too strong, soaked earth ends up in the water. A jeep passes us the next morning, the driver looks at us grimly, but still helps out with his 10-liter canister.
After that, the path is lined at irregular intervals with drinking water wells … and we are happy about each one of them.