My return trip to the Zone was no less exciting than the first day. Konstantine arrived outside my hotel promptly at 8, and we began the long return journey back to Chernobyl. We even made the customary stop at the same gas station (did you know most cars in Ukraine run on propane? And … More 30km to nowhere
While I was on the trip, I didn’t really get the chance to capture the experience on my blog or in the videos. At the end of the day I was either knackered, or without an internet connection reliable enough to sustain a 6+ hour upload to YouTube. So some things have gone unsaid. Particularly, … More The Zone
Sitting here in Starbucks, wrapping it up. Prague, that is. This is my third and final night here. I flew in on a total whim. Traveling out of Ukraine can apparently be very difficult. I thought driving down into Yaremche would be a breeze, but it was a total dead-end, and the only way out … More In Yaremche, Hutsul Varenyky You!
Just a quick update here. After much hand-wringing and research, I’ve decided to forgo the customary excursions to Budapest and Bratislava. Yes, they’re beautiful, and I’m sure I’d have a great time. But they’re too far away, and too difficult to reach from the region of Ukraine I’m in. Bratislava requires half a day to … More It’s High at the Top
So I’m on my second night here in Lviv. There’s a lot to catch everyone up on, but just not enough time in the day to do it. I don’t know how these vloggers and bloggers find the hours to visit exotic places, travel to and from other destinations (just getting to Lviv took about … More Two Nights in Lviv
Well. I went there. Chernobyl and Pripyat! Unbelievable. I’ll have more to say tomorrow, after I actually go inside the plant and get to see some restricted areas. I absolutely cannot wait. Today was good, but it sort of felt like… a prelude to the big event. I wasn’t disappointed today, but it didn’t feel … More In Which I Point and Scowl at Things
And it rhymes with “hryvnia.” That’s the Ukrainian currency. And it’s worth $26 of our fabulous dollars, to be exact. Which means I can sit down at a fancy French restaurant, in Kyiv, and order a croque monsieur, with some damn good ice tea and bottled water (they don’t do tap here) and it’s only … More It’s pronounced “hryvnia.”
