The very first day of the year two thousand nineteen on the train station of ukrainian town Berehove.
The very first day of the year two thousand nineteen on the train station of ukrainian town Berehove.
Why «Berehove», if there are no serious shores here? («Bereg» means «shore» in slavic languages.)
A narrow track of the Borzhava narrow-gauge railroad resting near the train station. It was disused at the time of my visit. The locals weren't sure whether it was going to be used again.
The streets were empty. It was rather early in the first day of the year. Emptiness was expected.
The dogs were roaming freely.
Most signs were bilingual.
A legtöbb tábla kétnyelvű volt.
Hungarian colors were hanging here and there.
The museum of Berehove region was closed, but someone inside decided to let us in still. Thanks for that! I did not go, because someone had to guard our backpacks. And because I love the outside more than the inside, especially if I ahven't been to a place before.
A nice water tap in the museum's wall.
Found two removed old soviet sculptures: a soldier without a torso,
and a woman.
The museum had a big territory with footpaths and smaller buildings on the perimeter.
A loudspeaker hidden inside the attic, directed into the inner platz of the museum. Have no idea what it was supposed to shout out; maybe the museum housed something else sometimes.
Lots of cobbles and pave of sorts. This nice road is B. Linner street
This summer stage on the edge of the town is called the Amphitheatre.
The stage was obviously not abandoned and serving its purpose — the seats were all new and everything was clean.
The river of this town is called Verke. It does not look interesting.
There are lots of bridges and footbridges over this small river in Berehove.
The old bridge is a tourist destination. To a small extent.
Other bridges are just being bridges.
People place their roof water pipes in such a thoughtful and polite way that the water does not fall on sidewalk users. This is very nice of them! Strange that I haven't seen this elsewhere.
This is how they manage waste on a living street.
There were unusual private houses in some places.
The «beware of the dog» sign in Hungarian.
If I heard it right, this is constructivism.
One of multi-storied living house.
I made my way on a nearby hill called Kerek. It turned out to be a christian place, playing the role of Via Dolorosa with crosses dedicated to the biblical «stations» installed at the road. A final cross is placed on the hilltop, together with two flagpoles.
The beginning of the unpaved road to the top of Kerek and a vineyard seen from that road.
One of the wayside crosses.
There were a few graves on the hilltop, in the shadow of several trees standing on the otherwise bald Kerek.
From the hilltop, the snow-covered Berehove could be seen.
And other hills.
I loved this town and hope to visit again.