The short 1 hour commute from Vilnius to Kiev was quick and painless. My flight mate was a guy who respected space, like I do on a plane. So, that was a nice change.
When I landed, I was quickly harassed by a cab driver, but he actually seemed nice and then helped me find a SIM card and then bank machine. Yes, Yes, I know! He was being nice so I would use his cab. Well, why not! He worked for it and the price was reasonable. It was 35 KM or more to the hotel, and that cost me $600 UAH, or $31 CAD. I know I could have found cheaper, but whatever.
He was also a pretty cool guy and told me about the current scams to tourist including what ATMs to use and what to look for on them. People have been adding second scanners that are hard to notice. But he showed me pictures, so now I know what to look for.
Anyways, my hotel room is a single bed, private bathroom, but fucking weird layout, for all under $20 CAD a night. I needed a break from people. No offence to everyone I have met and seen over the last few months, but I got tired of you. 🙂 and need a break.
I am also on the 17th floor. Some nice views!
I won’t go into each days details, but so far, they have been similar. Wake up in a fucking hot room, no AC or fan. Go down to the coffee cart where the hot 19 year old works and get the same coffee for 20 UAH, $1 CAD. Mind you this is specialty coffee, not Tims for a buck. Next, go up to the room, drink coffee, shower, eat banana, poop and then go for a walk around town.
Evenings consist of, Holy Shit that is cheap beer, for 30 cents CAD. Yup, been drinking to much.
Sometimes I sit at the bar where another hot girl works and I dream about her back end when she gets me cold beer from the bottom shelf. 🙂 Oh yeah, worth that 1 dollar.
I also got a haircut for $60 UAT, $3.00 CAD.
So lets get onto the, What the Freggle Rock was Rob thinking parts of Kiev.
Well, I signed up for Tinder, not Grinder as I saw just before installing. Made a prfile, added my sexy mug shot, and then started liking all the hot Ukraine girls, in hopes of finding love.
Oh, in case you don’t know me, I do not believe in love and think it is a big HOAX. Yes, most of your parents love you, but that is called Forced Love, they made you. Other than that, it’s not real.
However, I keep trying to find that Miss Right between all of the Miss Right Nows.
I got several likes in Tinder, and all super hot. I mean 9 or 10s. Way out of my league, but we all know that is why Americans come here.
All of the girls, but 1 asked me for my support. Which means, I pay, they touch my doodle. Not what I am looking for.
One girl my age, who is super cute messaged me and asked to meet for coffee and a nice conversation. Sweet! Her name is Sveta, and she is 38.
My thought was, she is older and more mature, maybe this is for real. Nope! during our coffee conversation I explained to her that I was backpacking and am very cheap. Within seconds, she said she had to go. Yup, as soon as she knew I was not a sugar daddy, she bolted away, faster than a gay chasing the Oscar Mayer wiener car.
Sveta Profile Picture
My impressions of Ukraine women online so far. I very much doubtful there are any that are not hookers, or users. Too bad, they are friggn smokin hot!
Well, why not try it once more, “but this time with feeling!”
So, I meet Jasmin. I think she is mid twenties, 1/4 Asian, 3/4 Ukraine. Oh my god, hot. 160 CM tall, super skinny, and cans that make my eyes water, and WTF, she wants to meet. OK, why not!
It actually goes really good. We hang out for a day, she never asks for gifts, just for me to pay for lunch, dinner, breakfast *wink* *wink*. Anyways, I had the best time of my life, until that late morning.
She tells me she has to go, gives me a hug and kiss. I think to work, but sometimes she mixes Ukraine, with English, so who knows. Anyways, as she is leaving, I noticed her eyes are watery. Being me, this means nothing more than a sneeze coming on.
1 hour later she text me this, “I really like you! I don’t want to be sid all days. Sorry. :(” I know sid, means sad and all days means, because I am leaving, I live in Canada, sort of, and she lives her. Maybe I should not have told her how long it takes to get a visa into Canada, for Ukraine’s.
I tried texting her back, but a day later no response and she blocked me on Tinder.
Only Pictures I have of Jasmin are one I snapped with my back phone camera, and other from her profile picture.
So, that is where I currently sit in Kiev, and I think I will just enjoy the sights here and move on soon. Where I am going next!