contemplativeIn that same area, I found a restauraunt that seemed to specialize in «Canadian» cuisine. (I think my quotes are going to be cyrillic-style today, at least until I get out of OpenOffice. Sorry.) It boasted the name Toronto Cafe. Maybe I should eat there, but what I really, really want is Western-style pizza.
The drive here was awesome. We got to see a lot of hair-raising Ukrainian driving, including a construction site where the highway was reduced to one lane, which ordnairily isn't a problem except that it was located on a corner and there wasn't a flagperson. «So it's just-take-your-chances?» Yep.
Also, one should allow for more travelling time in Ukraine than in Canada, as our average speed was about 60km/h. There are plenty of places where the road is smooth enough to go faster (until you get behind a tractor or horse-drawn wagon or aging Volga), and there are even dual carriageways in places (with hilarious methods of getting on and off of them – I've only seen one grade-separated interchange outside of Kyiv so far), but the natural gas engine seemed to make so much protest the odd times we ventured above 65 that I guess we had to take it easy. It was a fun ride, and I got a lot of pictures.
Roch is leaving from here to go to Poland, so we had our goodbyes with him earlier. I hope to see him again in Duncan Cove someday. I still remember Duncan Cove – it was priceless. They sometimes don't take kindly to strangers, though. I don't think they trust people from Halifax-Dartmouth-Bedford. So be respectful, or adopt a German accent, ja?
I think Lviv needs to be described in pictures more than words. And so does Duncan Cove.
"The terrorists win." I think CounterStrike is the national passtime here, at least among teenagers with too much time on their hands.
