Donetsk. Travel to Kyiv.
It’s cool in my room, this morning: only 29 °C :-(
Today’s priority is to make sure I will be in Kyiv tomorrow for my flight home. After a 40-minute queue, I get a train ticket for tonight. There are only first-class compartments left.
I try my last chance for something interesting in Donetsk: the Natural History Museum. There is much more than fossiles and stuffed dead animals. It tells the story of Donbass on 4 floors, with many displays on Soviet era. There are a few carbide lamps, but they look German.
I have hours to waste, so I ride tramways aimlessly. This depot features the whole range of carriages, from the oldest to the most modern I’ve seen in Ukraine:
The train to Kyiv is very similar to the one that brought me to Donetsk, but this one has plastic flowers in the corridor. I’m sharing my compartment with a businessman called Oleg. He is very talkative, but only speaks Russian and Ukrainian, so conversation is quite limited. He asks many questions, but I can only answer a few. He explains why he doesn’t like President Iouchenko, but I don’t understand half of what he says. He explains many things actually, but I only understand a little.
We share beer, dryed squid and salmon toasts. I discover that there is a bottle-opener hidden under the table.
Oleg is nice, but really too talkative and, after a while, I get bored. I ignore him, pretending to read my book with great attention, and he shuts up. I am slightly worried because he has drunk many beers, but he keeps quiet for the night.
Today’s priority is to make sure I will be in Kyiv tomorrow for my flight home. After a 40-minute queue, I get a train ticket for tonight. There are only first-class compartments left.
I try my last chance for something interesting in Donetsk: the Natural History Museum. There is much more than fossiles and stuffed dead animals. It tells the story of Donbass on 4 floors, with many displays on Soviet era. There are a few carbide lamps, but they look German.
I have hours to waste, so I ride tramways aimlessly. This depot features the whole range of carriages, from the oldest to the most modern I’ve seen in Ukraine:
The train to Kyiv is very similar to the one that brought me to Donetsk, but this one has plastic flowers in the corridor. I’m sharing my compartment with a businessman called Oleg. He is very talkative, but only speaks Russian and Ukrainian, so conversation is quite limited. He asks many questions, but I can only answer a few. He explains why he doesn’t like President Iouchenko, but I don’t understand half of what he says. He explains many things actually, but I only understand a little.
We share beer, dryed squid and salmon toasts. I discover that there is a bottle-opener hidden under the table.
Oleg is nice, but really too talkative and, after a while, I get bored. I ignore him, pretending to read my book with great attention, and he shuts up. I am slightly worried because he has drunk many beers, but he keeps quiet for the night.
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