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Travel Blogs from Uzhhorod
... unhelpful and uncommunicative about anything. I HAD HAD ENOUGH....On questioning it appeared that our home stay was in the mountains about 3 hours away. This would involve worse roads with far worse potholes, fog and dangerous un-protected mountain bends. NO THANKS so I instructed him to turn round and drive back to civilisation. This would involve a 6 hr drive but meant we would get rid of him and have 2 nights in a decent hotel before our 24 hour train journey ...
... Lviv, the gateway to a different world. A world of bling culture, gherkins, vodka, high heels and shady casino gangsters. A world where you smell alcohol on the breath of cab drivers and were you see babushkas rummaging through bins for scraps. What is the upside you may ask....indeed. A goods nights sleep: We discover that our destination is 1 hr ahead so "sleep shrink" is now a worry as we arrive in Lviv at 0600hrs ...
... Hungary. So our plan was to head for the welcoming shelter of the law-abiding European Union as quickly as possible. From Slovakia we could wend our way back down to Hungary, then onward towards Germany.
As it turned out, this new border crossing was even more daunting than the one on the way in. We twiddled our collective eight thumbs for over 3 ½ hours before we were finally set free in Slovakia. Though there was lots of interesting but ...
... Grandpa Klein’s exact birth date. We agreed that I would find it and send it to Mikhail. Once he got it he would consult the archives if I would fill out a government form giving him permission to search on our behalf. That night I sent an email to Carole’s sister, Dianne, who found Grandpa’s birthday on his social security card, which miraculously she had. I’ve emailed this information to Mikhail.
After fond farewells to Mikhail ...
... milling. Maybe they weren’t after Manfred’s car or our passports at all; maybe the translator had left the doctor’s office without paying his bill. Even though, of course, they had arrived well before he left the doctor’s. But as Boris had told us earlier, “The key to understanding ex-Soviet countries is to always think illogically." I was working on it.
Finally the last policeman ...
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking