Boutique Hotel Riviera on Podol
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- Continental Breakfast
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Travel Blogs from Kiev
... descended Andrew's descent. As Bata grew up in Mongolia under the soviet influence and learnt Russian in school, and listening to our guide today I realised even more what a rich culture there is in Eastern Europe. Poetry, music, children's stories, artists, sculptors and so on are not given much acknowledgement in the west. Maybe the Cyrillic alphabet has been a barrier to the west learning from east. So ended my experience of Independence Day ...
... fluorescent vests guided traffic. The majority of our flight was filled with people of the eastern block countries, all of which the pilot on a successful touchdown. We both found this strange but in hindsight I assume that they were all breathing a sigh of relief for their safe arrival. Not the friendliest airport I've travelled through filled with ladies with tight haircuts and ruby red lips pacing the terminal as if vying for the next role in "Prisoner," ...
After a busy schedule over the first week of our trip and with a sleeper to catch in the evening, we took it fairly slowly on our final day in Kiev. We still hadn't seen St Sophia's Cathedral properly, so we walked over to it from our hostel. The road our hostel was on is a steep hill heading up into town, with lots of little market stalls, with local babushkas selling arts and crafts, with Russian dolls featuring pretty heavily! We took a leisurely stroll ...
... Ukrainian Cyrillic, very little English.
Don't get me wrong, Kiev is a beautiful city. Filled with gorgeous architecture and monuments, polished granite everywhere, I just wish I could've gotten a little bit more out of it considering I spent money on a visa.
There's a big group coming to stay at the hostel for an Ultimate Frisbee Tournament (I know right? I don't know this existed) tonight, so hopefully things pick up before I leave for Warsaw Monday morning.
... made from human fat, gloves made from human skin, and a body-grinder that turned on to fertilizer were enough to turn one's stomach. And indeed, mine was queasy, necessitating a trip to the bathroom and a rest on a bench to try and settle down. I continue through the exhibits, reading about heroic victorie and liberations, but my stomch churns worse and worse. Even the last stop, a bright room at the base of the angel made of white marble and glass covered in thousands of gold names ...