Suputnyk Hotel Lviv

Kniahynia Olga Str., 116 Lviv, 79060, Ukraine

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A cat, a lion and the opera

A travel blog entry by aga-and-maciek

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... say, it was the strangest opera, we'd been so far. You would imagine, that people coming to such place would dress nicely, wear shirts, suits or nice dresses - you couldn't be more mistaken. The Lviv Theater of Opera and Ballet is more like a cinema with regards to the dress code. What is more... it is not uncommon that a follow spectator will take our a cheese sandwich and eat it during the piece. At the same time, the clerks were very strict with regards to taking photos... at ...

It's hard to leave L'viv

A travel blog entry by shultz

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... what he was trying to say but sure enough, every rail car was disconnected and rolled in to a large shop where workers removed the entire undercarriage of the train and replaced it with a different one. Because railroad tracks in Ukraine and other former Soviet countries are spaced a few inches wider than the rest of Europe, they need to do this swap for every rail car when it crosses the border. The rest of the train ride was uneventful and once it ...

Solo Americana

A travel blog entry by raichies

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... then Swedish, back to Polish, then when Poland was partitioned in the late 1700s by the Austrians, Russians, and Prussians, it became part or the Austrain-Hungarian Empire. For a brief moment, the western Ukraine was independent after WWI before it became part of Poland again, and alas, since the end of WWII it was under Soviet control.

My major activity today was to find the one and only active synagogue in Lviv. Before WWII ...

Glutton for Punishment

A travel blog entry by gallopmonkey

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... and Russian. He switched to an English that wasn't much better than my Ukrainian, when I'm fairly sure he could have had an easier time in Russian. Nationalism runs high here. That said, they're not meanly nationalistic, unless you speak Russian. The signs are in English, and there's lots of them. This isn't a city where you feel like you can't walk around looking like a tourist for fear of robbery, so thus far I've really enjoyed myself. Except that is, ...

My Address Isn't a House or a Street...

A travel blog entry by gallopmonkey

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... know the system. I rarely get homesick, but when I do, it's usually because I don't know how to act properly in a given situation. Once I know what I'm doing, I'm usually ok. These people were promised work, housing and a pension, which at the end of the day, is what you need to survive. Life might have been ******, but you knew what you were dealing with. Suddenly, it was all uncertain. The country you were born in no longer existed - imagine your ...