Dear friends,
I´m still in Ukrain, about 70 km from Russia. In Mariupol, a beautiful turistic city beside the Black Sea. From my room, I can see the great factory chimneys coughing smoke to the grey sky. Who needs a blue one? Just the lazy western middle class who likes to swim in clean water; they are always fighting against socialism. You must know the Black Sea is not a sea, it is a lake. How do I know? Because on a real sea do not live mosquitos, and here they are even worse than in Africa. What can I say about food? If you like pickled gherkins and cow tongue you are in the right place. I did not like them but now I changed my mind. You can not find anything more delicious when you finish a daily 600km trip jumping from bump to bump.
But the best is people. As you know, a bike traveller is a dirty rude and ugly guy. But for an estrange reason I can not understand, good boys and bad girls always want to be with him. I have met very good friends on the road, like the Highway Police. They stop me at every city to ask how I am, where I come from, where I go, how much I want to give to them. It seems to be a national customary do not let the travellers go until they give them a big amount of money. What a nice guys! I took a picture of one of them despite of they do not like being in a photo. Maybe they are too shy. Fortunately the girls are not. At least, someone smiles in Ukrania. A lot of them are thin and beautiful and they usually want to go to Spain with me because they are generous and I look like needing a good ukranian wife who cooks cow tongue every dinner.
I told you, Ukrain is a paradise. I will feel so sorry far away.
I´m still in Ukrain, about 70 km from Russia. In Mariupol, a beautiful turistic city beside the Black Sea. From my room, I can see the great factory chimneys coughing smoke to the grey sky. Who needs a blue one? Just the lazy western middle class who likes to swim in clean water; they are always fighting against socialism. You must know the Black Sea is not a sea, it is a lake. How do I know? Because on a real sea do not live mosquitos, and here they are even worse than in Africa. What can I say about food? If you like pickled gherkins and cow tongue you are in the right place. I did not like them but now I changed my mind. You can not find anything more delicious when you finish a daily 600km trip jumping from bump to bump.
But the best is people. As you know, a bike traveller is a dirty rude and ugly guy. But for an estrange reason I can not understand, good boys and bad girls always want to be with him. I have met very good friends on the road, like the Highway Police. They stop me at every city to ask how I am, where I come from, where I go, how much I want to give to them. It seems to be a national customary do not let the travellers go until they give them a big amount of money. What a nice guys! I took a picture of one of them despite of they do not like being in a photo. Maybe they are too shy. Fortunately the girls are not. At least, someone smiles in Ukrania. A lot of them are thin and beautiful and they usually want to go to Spain with me because they are generous and I look like needing a good ukranian wife who cooks cow tongue every dinner.
I told you, Ukrain is a paradise. I will feel so sorry far away.
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Miquel, con tu permiso, al leerlo me he acordado de nuestra experiencia: http://www.viajeros.com/diarios/dnipropetrovs-k/carreteras-ucranianas-o-como-los-coches-parecen-sacos-de-dinero. Saludos!
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