The People, The Places

KIEV: Have finally met some decent people. Other than a shoemaker who'd visited Padua on a religious quest, we haven't really met too many interesting people. However on the train up from Sevastapol on Monday night we shared with a Ukrainian sailor named Vladimir. Good bloke. Then after helping to sort out some mixup with a Canadian next door, knob jockey, who had been sleeping in the wrong bed I managed to befriend just about the entire cabin. Including Ruslan a guy from Odesa who lived in Yalta but worked in Kiev (go figure), Vassily a William H. Macy lookalike with a moustache and Igor a Ukrainian business man. For most of the train ride I'd turn around and someone would be putting a new beer in my head or admonishing me for not drinking quick enough. Since arriving in Kiev we've also met a bloke named Liam; an ex-heroin addict with a penchant for cigarette smuggling. Our current hostel manager is a Norwegian wanker who resembles a penis. But that's another story.