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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... onion,dill and parsley with a red tomato sauce. We also has a cucumber, onion and tomato salad. We also had a dish called pork plov which is an Uzbek rice with lots of flavored spices and pork. The food comes in family style dished to share and pick at while we relax and drink beers! We spent a few hours relaxing in the cafe eating and drinking the day away. In the end after a total of 11 beers between us and enough food we were all full and bill was ...
... meat buyer from Kyiv who has bought frozen meat from Canada. And next to me was an STO from Albania who did his PhD on election observation. He shared his walnuts with me, even cracking and shelling them for me as we discussed biases in observation etc. This is the stuff I live for. Upon our arrival in Kyiv, we whipped through customs using the special lines set up for election observers in the customs hall. OSCE has this down ...
... the flying fox in our new hats before leaving. Kiev was a real pleasant surprise, and Ivan and Vlad will never forget their time there. There was only one downer. Our travelling companion Matt had to go home due to a medical problem, being a septic boil on his...in well...backside. Matt and his insurance were not all that convinced In the competency of the Ukrainian medical establishment. Ivan and Vlad volunteered to help and try to keep Matt on the ...
... before taking a surprisingly clean and relatively commerce-free underground crossing. We were at the corner of Garmatnaya street and the house of my friend Andrew was clearly visible. The only way the exterior changed was having a barber shop and several offices at the first floor facing the road. There were cars parked at a place were I used to play with friends.
When entering the courtyard I could see the ...
... little bar: "Post Floyd: the Wall." I stroll by casually, thinking I might seek out someplace more authentically Ukrainian, but my growing hunger and curiosity gets the better of me and I head back and walk in. The bar is in a basement, and is all red bricks and mood lighting. Large prints of vry loyd album are the only art on the walls, and the only other clientelle are two tables of moody-looking locas, chain smoking and swilling liter after lier. I snag a booth, negotiating for ...