Hotel Zaleski Simferopol

... in the Ukraine. I did love the forests outside of Kharkov and good that I did since I was stuck in them for 5 hours but Kiev is another big capital city and Kharkov – well, just didn’t get to see much of it as I don’t have night vision. Sevastopol does have a lot to offer and I’m sure I would have enjoyed it with more time there but Yalta just calls to me. I think in the summer I might not be so enchanted ...

... to see 5 of his former clients who all invited him over. So he saw Utah, Nevada, Southern California, and Arizona. He loved Bryce Canyon and Yosemite and took 5000 pictures while there. And he is flexible so whatever I want to do, he will accommodate me and he has suggestions to see different things. Today he missed his volleyball game because he had to come pick me up at the train station ...

... to check it in again one hour later.
Anyway, my travel companion helped me to call the conference organizer because they were sending a cab to pick me up.
The plane ended up being 3 hours late. We are taken by a bus to the plane and when we finally reach it my face started to change. The plane looked oh so old, the cokcpit window was open and I thought it was broken. Plus it had persian writing on ...

... spesielt godt, og dessuten er så mektig at jeg først nå forstår hvorfor russerne drikker så mye vodka – det blir bedre plass helt enkelt. Eller sagt med en ikke navngitt politisk redaktør i en middels stor regionavis på Østlandet: Man blir så stinn av øl.

Men ølen kommer altså på bordet først. Men så er lite som det skal. For de tre neste delene kommer på hver sin tallerken. Først kan gjerne risen komme. Du småspiser litt av den, og tenker ...

... in a 1km chanel into the mountains. By driving to Yalta I picked up 2 russian hichhiker. Was very lucky for me. The introduced me into a kind of Hippie camp in the mountains close to Yalta. Was great there. No electricity, food prepared on the fire, cats, dogs,chicken around. Those guys who were spending the summer time ...

After leaving Sevastopol we travelled back to Simferopol by train. We used this day to get to know the city, have a warm shower (as this was almost impossible in our hotel in Sevastopol) and had a dinner in a restaurant in town. The menu was in Cyryllic and the staff didt speak english so we ended up imitating a chicken and got chickenbreat with some fries and salad haha. Next day we went to the airport and boarded our Air Baltic flight to Riga!

Up in time for a power failure at the Hotel Ukrainia. Spent an hour reading by a window in the dimly lit lobby and watching the front desk check guests out by flashlight. Yvgeny arrives and we're soon threading our way through rush hour traffic in Simferopol and on our way to Bakhchysaray. Now, there's a juicy word to savor. Bok-CHEE-sa-rye is Turkish for "garden palace." It was the capital ofthe Crimean Khanate from the 15th-18th centuries, when Russia clobbered the Tatars and claimed ...

... compartment (in spalny vahon, of course) and I settled in to read. One interesting thing about booking a compartment in this part of the world is that your roomate could be of either sex. It's just the luck of the draw. And a few minutes before we pulled out of the station in Odessa, I met Lydya. What followed adhered closely to the script of North By Northwest in every respect except: 1) Cary Grant lacked my boyish charm. 2) Eva Marie Saint lacked about 200 lbs of ...

... we got in trouble already....driving over the speed limit and we had to pay a breb to this ****ing drunk policeman...whatever...for the rest everything is cool getting drunk every single day, visiting, swimming, except for my health, I'm a lil' bit sick...it will pass...we were camping for 3 amazing days in nudist beach , so cool ...

... ob ich in moldova registri**t bin od** nicht. ab** so kam das stueckchen papi** wenigstens endlich mal zum einsatz. ** machte dann noch diese typische handbewegung, mit d** geld beschrieben wird, also das reiben von daumen und fing**n und grinste breit, ab** gegrinst habe ich auch und mich bloed gestellt und dann durfte ich auch einfach wied** in den bus springen. war ein wenig v**wirrt, denn ich hatte eigentlich nicht gedacht, dass ein naives laecheln den beamten von sein** idee, sich ...