Moscow Hotel Simferopol

So here I am, impatiently waiting for the plane in Boryspol, having slept one hour tops on the plane. Luckily the woman sitting next to me on the plane from lisbon is also going to simferopol so I have somebody to chat with.
Finally check in opens, we go to the boarding gate and at around 9h15 they annonce that the plane has been delayed 2 hours. The strangest thing is that you have to check out your ...

Vi ler når vi ser navnet på baren. Bar Mojito. Ikke fordi det er et spesielt dårlig navn – navnet er dårlig, men ikke dårlig nok. Vi ler fordi vi banner på at de ikke har mojito der.

For slik er Ukraina, barn. Slik er Ukraina. Ingenting fungerer som det skal, og aller minst serveringssteder.

For eksempel: La oss si du har merket deg ut en svinekotelett, ris, grønnsaker, og en øl. Ølen kommer først – ølen får de til, selv om den ikke ...

... out into the Black Sea. But most people here think of themselves either as Russians or Tatars. It's where the Soviets used to send people as rewards or to recuperate while taking in the sea air. Nowadays it's full of Russian tourists and it gets very crowded in the summer, but I've been enjoying it anyways. Take a look at my pictures!

... relieved tourists were all in the meeting spot. The guy walked us out to a van waiting in the main street and started getting everyone loaded. I thought I was doing pretty good when a girl pointed for me to get in the front seat, until she put another guy in the front seat with me! With everyone loaded we headed out of town. We went up a long tree lined road, with hairpin turns every 100 meters, to the top where we stopped for some impressive photos of Yalta below us. Along the top ...

... I learned a lot about Crimea. It certainly feels like Russia. A higher percentage of people in Crimea want to be part of Russia than Russians! There seems to be a LOT of corruption and ogliarch control in Crimea, and it is hard to know how the people are being manipulated by the owners of the businesses and military. I thought that Michael Moore could have a lot o fun making a documentary film about the Crimean government ...

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!

... wrestled the peninsula away and Tatar stock began to fall. Its nadir was reached in 1944 when Stalin had all 250,000 of them packed into freight cars and shipped to Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan. Thousands died on the way and less than half made it through their first year. Yvgeny says they only began to return after the fall of the Soviet Union in 1989. After four generations of life in the 'stans, many really didn't want to "go home," but internal pressure and threats by the Tatar ...

... in rapidfire Russian, I would just smile and nod like a holy fool. Out of Odessa we were rolling across the steppe. I watched it go by through the dirty window and after my Trans Siberian jaunt it was like meeting an old acquaintance, though alas, not a very interesting one. The steppe is a featureless track of field and farm, relieved only occasionally by a stand of trees, a low rolling hill or a small, squalid village of shacks with corrugated metal roofs ...

... 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 ...

... den. bevor ich jedoch das gelobte land ukraine betreten durfte, musste **st noch transnistrien durchqu**t w**den. war die einzige im bus nichtmoldawisch** od** ukrainisch** staatsangeho**igkeit und wurde so von dem etwas grimmigen passkontrolleur in sein haeuschen gebeten. nach ei***** sprachv**wirrung kam ich letztlich dahint**, dass ** mein registri**ungspapi** sehen wollte. kein problem, das hatte ich dabei. dabei kann es einem transnistrischen beamten eigentlich vollkommen egal sein ...