Their grandparents treasured the opportunity to have a private patch of land where they could grow things and have an independent food supply. These kids treasure a special community - let's see what they'll love in the dacha when they grow up. This second trip to the dacha was also a long one. But now it's time again to return. There are still no phones at the dachas, and therefore no chances to use the Net, and I need to check my e-mail and upload a new page.
Life is busy even in the summer.
See you next time - here or on my other pages. Now it's time to jump in the saddle and ride 40 kilometers back before the highway is jammed with the cars of all those dacha families coming back home.