Sunken
The waters of the dam glimmered alluringly between the trees beside the meandering road. Dozens of cars, caravans, and tents, piled up on the waterfront, appeared, as well as the fishermen, standing at a close distance from each other, patiently awaiting their catch.
“I assume this is the place,” said Michail, and he turned his Jeep down a gravel road to the left. While passing by the sign “Swimming forbidden!” the two gals on the back seat gave each other a perplexed glance, whereas the young lads at the front smiled mischievously. They all got off the vehicle and started looking around the place.