Bike - not luxury but a means of transportation on PEACE, Tim Taylor, United Kingdom Before you get from the UK to Ukraine, I had to go five boundaries. Three on the road, two at the entrance. There is something pleasing in the border crossing in quiet places. At this time I was lucky enough to cross the border in the company of a tractor, a horse harnessed to a cart and a truck loaded with vodka. The truck won the race to the city of Sumy, which is 50 km from the border, but I'm on my bike managed to keep the tractor, let alone a horse with his cart at all far behind. She was going somewhere on a farm near the border. Two days later, a leisurely ride, I arrived in Kiev. Driving on hilly terrain is not so simple - the satisfaction of conquering peaks no, so still and most of the time have to travel up the hill. Only work and no laurels. Just like the workhorse of cycling (the whole ride through the hills bothered me much sooner than I could imagine). Museum Chernobyl By the way, I stopped in for tourists to get a zone near Chernobyl. This is a closed area, 100 km north of Kiev is 2,000 square meters. km along the Ukrainian-Belarusian border. Residents of 72 settlements were evacuated after a fire at a nuclear reactor in 1986. If you want to build extreme tourism in nuclear power, then you have the opportunity to visit this area and crumbling ghost towns because of the relatively short half-life of radioactive isotopes such as cesium and strontium, the overall level of contamination down to acceptable, in which during the short visit, no damage to health. But the plutonium isotopes will conceal the danger for the next 20,000 years, so I decided not to dwell on the day in the Exclusion Zone. Instead I went to the Museum of Chernobyl. It was so interesting as any historical museum. I've learned that Russia is not even acknowledged the fact of the accident for several days. The truth came to light only after the Swedes have registered high levels of pollution and demanded that Gorbachev's explanation. The next stage of my trip when I arrived in Kiev, everything is already in full swing. Although it took me awhile to understand that it is "all" is there. Some military parades, free outdoor concerts, folk festivals. Only later I learned that Ukraine celebrates Independence Day. Independence from the Soviet Union, Ukraine was in 1991, and took quite a long time before she rose to her feet. Ukraine had to wait until the infamous 2004 election. If you remember, then was poisoned people's favorite, Viktor Yushchenko, his face at the same time suffered greatly. After the announcement of the results questionable began mass peaceful protests, and after an additional round of elections Yushchenko came to power. All Power to the People! I quickly became clear that the Ukrainians - good-natured people who are not averse to having fun, and not only during public holidays. In the mornings I often managed to watch the picture, as they hurried to work with a briefcase in one hand and a beer in the other (beer here affectionately called "liquid bread"). If you cues to the liking of gold-domed churches and cathedrals, then you'll love Kiev. There are so many. One day while walking through one of the lanes, I even came across a few "orphan" domes that could beautify some recently built a religious institution. Replacement of the dome I used the free time that I had during a visit to Kiev to to settle some administrative matters associated with the move from Ukraine to Georgia, Azerbaijan and obtaining a visa. I had a phone number of one person who is engaged in freight traffic on the Black Sea, and a weekly flight to Georgia had to go through the week. On board was a place for just a few passengers, so I reserved a seat in advance. On receipt of the Azeri visa was not so smooth. I had to rush around Kiev from the tourist office in the embassy, ??and from there to the bank, then a shop, then in some derelict hovel, and from there back to the embassy. And I had to somehow find time to shave. I have allowed the vegetation to develop on my face from the unkempt beard into a full beard, traveler. Not that I have grown a beard like Bin Laden or like Ming Merciless (a fictional character in a negative comics superhero Flash Gordon, approx. Perevi.), But still, to obtain an entry visa on the territory of the Islamic state is the form I had not the best. And now, after shave disposable razor with some semblance of foam, produced from a shower gel, I was fully prepared for the rapid photo shoot. The visa took me 24 hours and $ 131, but now you can not worry about possible trouble at the border. Read more:
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