First of all, we must apologize for the delay, the article which should have been published on 10th January 2015, is being published almost one month later. This has happenned due to some objective (we have had to take care of a lot of things) and subjective (laziness) circumstances. We are still in Tbilisi, Georgia and trying to raise some money so we can continue our journey. All three of us have found a job here and even though the salary is small, it is still better than nothing. We will cover all the happenings in Tbilisi only when the events leading up to our arrival here will be covered. One thing we can already say about our lives here – we cannot complain about boredom. So, here is the promised article about our journey from Odessa to Crimea.
Farewell to Odessa
November was approaching at the speed of wind (as we found out the wind was not blowing in the right direction) and that meant that we had to say farewell to Odessa to start moving in the direction of Crimea. Taking into account that Crimea is under Russian control, in order to enter we had to possess Russian visa. He had received Russian visa without any problems already in Latvia, so we only had to get to the Crimean border. As we had acquired a tourist visa for 30 days and it started on 1st November we wanted to get to the border on 31st October at the latest. We said good bye to our lovely couchsurfing host Alina and her family on 27th October and we were ready to get back on our bicycles.
From left – Dainis, Alina, Ivars and Laura. Alina, thank you very, very much!
Riga-Odessa – 2880km travelled. Distance from home – 1250km.
How Many Roads in Odessa
When telling stories about Odessa, it will always remain as the city where we encountered the Fireman – Pozharnik. He is indeed a fascinating character and it’s no great wonder that he, Pushkin’s Kitchen and the surrounding happenings are the first to cross our minds when recalling Odessa. Nevertheless, there are more things worth telling about our stay in Odessa, which was somewhat longer than those two bohemian days. Pozharnik is only one of the million inhabitants of Odessa – the third largest city in Ukraine. Continue reading →
Artem is the 7th host we are staying with through Couchsurfing network. Just an ordinary guy who’s living in the center of Odessa and probably working some 9-to-5 job. Of course, as all of the CSers he probably likes to travel. And we’re sure that he is completely aware of our arrival time. At least, those were our presumptions about him. If you don’t know enough information about someone, you create a character in your head before the first meeting, just to get a better image that this person is real, that’s how the human brain works, well, mine at least. And that’s fine as long as you don’t start developing other thoughts and conclusions based on those presumptions. Because in reality the world can turn out a lot more interesting than one can imagine and the people in it can be even more unique than we think when saying the conventional “every one of us is special” phrase. Continue reading →
In the end it does not really matter that our bikes got stolen in Sevastopol, Crimea. There are still a few untold stories about the time when we had them and here is the first of these stories – Kiev, Maidan and civil war in Ukraine.
Even before we started our adventurous expedition to the furthest inhabited place from or home, we had heard a lot about the situation in Ukraine from friends, acquaintances and foreign/national media. Despite this abundance of information, I did not have any clear opinion about the situation in Ukraine (which is the second largest country in Europe, by the way, if you add the territory of Crimean Peninsula). I don’t really think that even the majority of these self-proclaimed experts of foreign affairs have a clear and objective opinion about the events that have happened and are still happening in Ukraine. This lack of unbiased information most probably was one of the reasons I was so eager to visit Ukraine (of course the other reason was the sense of adventure).