Kiev – Odessa, Ukraine – My Cell Phone :(

A few relaxing days in Kiev, walking around, enjoying some cheap beers, and one last message from Jasmin.

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I enjoyed my time here, meeting new people and taking in the views, but it is time to move on.  Odessa looks like the place for me and it is only a $30 dollar, 6 our train ride away.

Just before I go, here are some pictures of Kiev and the first one is of the coffee girl.  I will miss her trying to teach me how to say coffee with milk, in Ukraine.  I still can’t.

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I now love trains, they are so much more comfortable than planes, even though they take a million times longer.  The comfort makes up for it.

However, the comfort ends the minute the train arrives in Odessa.  It is just after midnight, and as I walk out of the train station, about to walk the 2 KM to my hotel.  I notice my phone’s screen is bright green.  Odd!  I turn it off and back on.  Now it is somewhat green, with red and yellow lines going through it.

It quickly dawns on me.  I have no idea where the hotel is, I no longer have internet, no more GPS, no more English to Ukraine translation.  In a panic, I pull out the battery, and reboot the phone. Come on baby, not now!

Nope, its (Technical term) FUCKED!

Well, at least I remember the hotel name.  I ask a taxi if he knows where it is.  Nope, he has no clue.  He asks around, no one else does either.

As I walk toward a group of people, this random, guy asks me if I need help.  I said, Oh Yes!

He speaks English and is with two other people.  All young, and all speak a little English.

They help me, and also warn me about taking a taxi from the street.  They explain to him where my hotel is, and the girl tells me, she already told him 100 Ukraine is the price.  I thank them, and the one guy takes my Facebook.  They offer to show me around Odessa in a few days.  I will take them up on this offer for sure.

Wow!  People are too amazing, and this is why I travel.  Too meet people like this.

So, the taxi takes me where my hotel should be, and it is not there.  Oh yea, I forgot to mention.  The group that helped me, also told me, that this is a shit part of town, and they would not stay here.

The taxi driver asks a group of drunks where the hotel is.  I have no idea what they say, but they are all laughing.  The taxi pulls around the corner to the only hotel in a really rundown area.   He says this is it.

I hand him the 100 Ukraine and he yells, “NO, 200!”.  I say, no we agreed on 100.  He yells again, and hits the steering wheel.  I debated taking this outside the car, then I thought.  Fuck it, 200 UAH is only $10 Canadian and it’s 1 AM, in the middle of nowhere.

So, I pay and say, “I hope you enjoy being a useless human!”  He has no idea what I am saying.

The hotel lobby has this extremely cute receptionist.  I think her name is Anastasia.  She tells me this is not my hotel and googles where my hotel is.  It is a 5 minute walk away.  I say thanks, to this overly cheerful, Ukraine girl.

The 5 minute walk to my hotel was a little sketchy.  Picture run down buildings, no street lights, and a drunk, dirty couple making out on the ground behind a broken park bench.  Yes, I feel safe!

I get to my hotel, and the door is locked.  Mind you, I called earlier in the day to confirm a late arrival of after 1 AM, and they said it was OK.  Looking at the hotel, I do not want to stay here either.  As far as I can tell, it is a hooker hotel.  Nasty as shit.

I walk back to see the very cute, Anastasia, in hopes they have a room at a reasonable price.

She does have a room, but even better she has a hostel bed at a fraction of the cost.  Even bigger bonus, is the hostel room is empty.

While checking in, she tells me some fun stories about people she has met while working at a hostel.  I like this girl, she is really fun.

I am finally checked in, showered, and ready for bed.  Tomorrow I will be searching for, phone repair, or a new phone.

What a day of mixed emotions.  Sad about my phone, happy meeting 3 cool Ukraines, pissed at a taxi driver, and then ended off with a big smile, meeting another cool Ukraine girl, and getting an entire hostel room to myself.

To live is the rarest thing in the world!

So I just heard two people talking about if they won money, and surprising it was in English and then I logged into Facebook and saw the quote below.  This caused me to write this blog post.

I don’t know how many of you read the annoying quotes people post on social media all the time, but some days I do.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

This is so true!  That is where I was a year ago, when I realized life does not have to follow what people are taught to expect.

I was always told, not just by parents, I mean by teachers, friends, media, etc, that to live, you must work, and not just work, I mean, work everyday!  This is so not true, and it still drives me nuts.  When I was home for the summer the most common question I was asked was related to work.  “When are you going to work again?”, “Working this summer?”, “Did you work when you traveled?”.  I was asked this more than I was asked, how was your travels?

One of the dumbest sayings I hear people say is, “If I won the lottery I would still work, what else would I do!”  Oh my god! I can give you a list of 1 billion things you could do, work is not one of them!

Sure, have hobbies you love like, painting, restoring cars,  buying a bulldozer and digging holes for fun, buy a remote control car with a camera and chase your neighbors annoying rat sized dog, stand at the entrance of your local grocery store and help every single person you meet with carrying their groceries, but, do not work!

Hmmm, what would I do if I won the lottery?  Well, first I have never purchased a ticket, I see it as just another tax, as I call it, Dummy Tax.  But if I did, I can tell you one hobby I would have.  I would find where my friends work, pay their bosses to let me sit across the room and shoot elastic bands at them all day.  Or I would start a charity, give all my friends great jobs, and tell them they will be fired if they don’t let me annoy them all day, example from last statement.

Awww, the dreams we have.

Anyways, back to my rant after reading Oscar’s quote.

Start living your life, don’t get stuck in some stupid rut, or job that you just go to everyday, and come home, over and over.  Start working towards getting out of that, and I don’t mean in 20 years when you retire.  I also am not relating to only work.  Get out of the house and enjoy life.  Call a friend you have not seen in ages and go visit, start taking nightly walks, and take a different route every time, and you’ll be amazed at how your life will change.   Everyday you waste sitting, is another day wasted in a life you only live ONCE!

Leave me comments on how you stopped just living your life, or what you would do with lottery money!

Thanks all for reading.