Around eleven in the morning (to God, not their transit visa for Belarus and departmental structure apart gauntlet to get into), we began the road in many ways opposite state. Also, J. said that, like many of his fellow countrymen in Ukraine, he also loves to go - people burn it as being oppressed; even dare to smile on the street, or both. Total, instead of the often total chaos. As well as cross-border (except the most horrible thing ever). If the order is indeed between Belarus fully rational, but the management, reality fighter the Ukrainian side promised to wait in front of representatives of the corruptive power of satiety rather than by a system in which we orient their ramshackle Russian language skills reality fighter should be. The first half of the day passed, and once again, carefully avoiding GAI'd Seventy Belarus to the southeast corner passes (Motorway was essentially entirely for repairs).
The crossing took this time in Gomel neighborhood rather uneventful three hours, but the so-called. Europe's last dictatorship in the grip when exiting the atmosphere became perceptible though (not to mention relief - we were not quite sure until the end, the last frontier reality fighter of the customs documents were properly completed). Uniformed seemed rather get bored and jõlkusid generally fairly aimlessly around. We paid trip to the first and the plan of the single "bribe" - a border guard who we noticed when we were Tshernobõli zone raised the mandatory keemiadushi post reavalikuga fumble, he sought us later the car queue up, and turned numismatists - asked if Estonia uses the euro and examined, and we do not give her a single coin; he had just Estonia your collection of euro to be missing. Gaining a single dime from me, looked at the current merry chomping on its back side, and politely thanked kalpsas go. The people behind the counters were so piirijäjrekorras if at all, and stress suhtlusaltimad freer, willing to speak the official like us to develop even in primitive conversation. For example, the exchange of passport control, "Pjervõi raz?" - "Da." - {Gasp} Deep "Plooha ..." (still do not really understand, which hit exactly m6eldud was a joke). The general mood is well illustrated by customs management: document after review, we were asked just some of several aimlessly orbiting the uniformed men sleeve grab it and let it auto-check, someone like myself out there at no greater interest is not shown, and barely reality fighter noticed it would be, if we continue driving course.
And we were present in front of the vastness of the vast, semi vaevuhoomatavad Ukraine. Initially, though actually amazingly straight and long sections (a la 80 + 80 km) of forest corridors, which at the end of the shot holes and their ad-hoc solutions mails tee on the horizon disappeared (I assume that v-l was behind the wheel may seem to play a Space Invader, or whatever he classic TV game was). Kiev remote areas came to light at dusk, and several tens of kilometers before the shot suddenly insane traffic flows predict a massive metropolis, it is also a city with a population of 5-6 million. Imposingly massively read the Dniepr reality fighter River, which just yletasime darkness reality fighter descends, the Old Town Church of Kiev golden hill kõrgumas sibulakuplid directly in front of me, and having to run to the opposite shore of the downtown main liiklussoonele then at least an hour meter we were advancing in a deadlock. In addition to cars moved along the river folk music festivals in the scale of the hordes. Suddenly, I remembered a little reading before the trip - it was supposed to end the evening at the Russian Orthodox faith, apparently deeply meaningful celebration of the event: 1025 years passed the baptism of Kievan Russian state, which is a huge festival commemorated in the respective city. It appeared that we were involuntarily discharged from the top of the river within the city's best places reality fighter to unsustainable fireworks display monitor. (Later, we heard that the czar personally or mr. P. had only a few hours earlier, festivities and a half left of his rounds during the traffic was completely hopeless - like so lucky, or both).
Throughout the evening Kiev giant downtown streets, passes were being (perhaps somewhat surprisingly) quite quickly impression of the city, where would be happy even weeks, the typical turistivärkigi: visiting the basic mandatory sightseeing (which is here a lot, and they are often seriously impressive), eat some the restaurant is also good ... did already worried that here but embarrassingly reality fighter short two and a half days, and we will spend the night. reality fighter The same, of course, probably every subsequent stop location.
Kiev gave way, embarks on this further "particularly topical võõrusajate" range. This dirty town prosperous and lavishing accommodation in VS (Canadian engineer working Shells) directly to the luxurious penthouse apartment in the heart of Kiev; the latter is one of his somewhat extreme posting Perk 'a unitary company. It might be a little bit more in the future.
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