Saturday 16th June
Going to Donetsk
The joy of a full night's sleep was indescribable.
All that was to be done today was get to Donetsk. The flight was in he early evening so there was a short time to have another quick look around the city.
All that was to be done today was get to Donetsk. The flight was in he early evening so there was a short time to have another quick look around the city.
Beautiful city |
A better view of the building the used to house the KGB |
An appetiser... |
..according to the hotel menu |
Arthur came as planned and took us to the airport. He was on hand to smooth the way when the subject of the excess baggage came up and the check in woman was staring at the photocopy of the credit card voucher.
Tiffany guarding the kit whilst we go for trollies |
Camera shy check in lady |
In the departure lounge we met Bernie Clifton. We had a nice chat.
Talking cameras or was flying the subject? |
Bernie and Tiffany |
Photographer Rav |
Apart from being ignored when the drinks trolley made the rounds on the short flight things went smoothly.
Even the excess baggage thing at KIev's airport only illicited one quizzical look and brief wander away to check if the photo copy of the credit card voucher was proof.
Maria was there to greet us on our return to the undeservedly maligned city of Donetsk along with a representative of Avis.
We pushed our trollies across to the car park in the rain from the tail end of the storm that had delayed the France v Ukraine match on Friday and caused quite a bit of damage. Trees had been blown down and split apart by lightening.
It quickly became clear that crossing the black wet Tarmac of the car park that we were heading towards a very small car.
It was quite clearly not going to accommodate us and our kit.
Then began the process of trying to get another hire car organised. Unfortunately this time even Maria's perfect mix of charm and fearsome directness could not do anything.
Even the excess baggage thing at KIev's airport only illicited one quizzical look and brief wander away to check if the photo copy of the credit card voucher was proof.
Maria was there to greet us on our return to the undeservedly maligned city of Donetsk along with a representative of Avis.
We pushed our trollies across to the car park in the rain from the tail end of the storm that had delayed the France v Ukraine match on Friday and caused quite a bit of damage. Trees had been blown down and split apart by lightening.
It quickly became clear that crossing the black wet Tarmac of the car park that we were heading towards a very small car.
It was quite clearly not going to accommodate us and our kit.
Then began the process of trying to get another hire car organised. Unfortunately this time even Maria's perfect mix of charm and fearsome directness could not do anything.
Maria talks to the Avis rep |
Tiffany out of the rain as Rav and Maria try to source another car |
The new car |
I heard her utter one of the few words that I understand "harashow", which means good/ok, when I assumed she had asked if we had the larger rooms.
Apart from the throng at the front of the entrance to the hotel's night club waiting to get in, being sick in a corner or looking for business, the check in process was not too bad.
Although, having a bottle opener on the room key did rouse our already alert suspicions.
At least the rooms were clean with those seal things over the toilet and wash hand basin to say they had been disinfected.
Another quirky room on this trip |
Pretty view from my bedroom window at night. |
Not far from the hotel is the restaurant where we had eaten a very nice meal before and Maria thought that would still be open.
Off we went.
It was indeed still open, at least one part of it was, only it was the smoking part.
Never before had any of us been in any eatery of any discription where every other table apart from ours was full of smokers.
We would not have stayed if there had been anywhere else to go and we had not been really hungry.
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