- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Business Services
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... matter what the scenarios. He was extremely versatile, all set to adjust to any odd circumstance, and managed his issues by himself. He resembled an innocent child. His mannerisms and speech suggested that he was a stress-free person. Because he had the responsibility of caring for his family, he never ever imagined getting married.
Shakil, on the other hand, had no financial issues and no household problem as Bharat. Shakil was extremely eager to ...
Status Update 20:20hrs. We are sitting in our Ukrainian Sleeper compartment trying to work out how the bedding works...there are several possible combinations of racks, chrome flaps and slots. I think I am "on top" again. It could be a long night. The train bogies are replaced with Russian wide gauge at the Ukrainian border. This involves hydraulic jacks that lift up the whole train. Come back Easyjet all is forgiven. ...
... guard activity on the Ukrainian side (see photos), the main delay wasn’t getting out of Ukraine, but getting into Slovakia. Each of the cars in the queue was thoroughly searched, presumably with an eye for cheap Ukrainian cigarettes and vodka for which EU residents would be willing to pay big bucks.
But we finally did emerge in Slovakia, back in the ol’ EU. The roads were certainly better than in Ukraine, but the grim post-Soviet ...
We had just shaken hands with Mikhail Galin, the director of Hesed Shpira, when we heard a yelp, followed by wild clapping and raucous singing. Soon four black-clad Hasids came crashing up the stairs, brandishing a lulav and an etrog. Oblivious to our presence, they careened around the hallway where we stood, with full-tilt singing and dancing. Mikhail shrugged, and smiled sheepishly.
This was the last day of Sukkot, The Festival of Booths, sometimes ...
The lobby was infested with police. When we slinked past the desk it wasn't exactly reassuring to hear Yelena, with a tremor in her voice, say "I don’t know what’s going on!" Were they coming to demand Manfred’s car insurance certificate? Relieve us of our passports which would be returned only with a hefty bribe? Or maybe even worse? In any case, we thought it would be best to lie low. So we tiptoed up ...