Odessa Ukraine to Athens Greece – One more step!

My night starts off around 9 PM, while I am laying in bed thinking, “Oh, I better set my alarm, I have to be awake at 4:30 AM to catch my flight.”

Next, I pack my bag and organize my things, so in the morning, I do not disturb the other people sleeping in the dorm.  I mean, this is a normal thing, I think everyone would do.  However, not everyone gives a shit about others.

I share a dorm room with 5 other guys.  At around midnight all 6 of us are in bed, but one dick, decides he wants to read.  He leaves the very bright light on in the room.  I get up and turn it off, as it is after midnight.  He turns on the other light, which is just as bright.  I don’t say anything, and just try and sleep.

Well, 4 am arrives and I still have not slept because of this fucking bright light, and the guy decided around 2 am to start typing on his laptop.  Oh yeah, I asked him around 3 am if he could just go to sleep, because I have to wake up at 4:30 am.  He says, yes soon.

4:20 AM, he turns off the light and says, Good Night!  I say, “Wonderful, you are a kind person!”

I truly don’t understand people who do not think about how, what they do, can and does affect others.  It’s simple, don’t be a stuck up, selfish person!

4:30 am, my alarm does not go off!  Why, because I am awake, and turn it off before.  No point in making the noise, right!

Anyways, I am already not in a great mood, but I get over it.  I quickly and quietly, get my stuff out of the room and head to the receptionist desk.

My plan was to remind him to call a taxi, and while the taxi is coming, I will brush my teeth, and be ready.  Not what happened.

I first have to wake him up, as he is sleeping on the floor behind the desk.  Then I remind him about the taxi, and he calls.  He tells me 15 minutes and they will call him back to let him know if they have a driver.

This is not looking good.  So I try to ask him to call another taxi place, but as I am typing this on my translator, he says.  “Taxi, Taxi, Taxi” and tries taking my laptop bag.  I stop him and say, “Wait, I am not packed.  I have to toss my tooth brush and jacked in my bag.”  He then tries to take my backpack.  I again say.  No, Wait!  He takes it anyways and starts heading outside.

I am like … FUCK!!!!!!!!!  I toss my tooth brush in my bag and look around quickly for my other stuff. I see nothing as I am more focused on my backpack, running away!

I run after him and he is already putting my bag in the trunk.

Ok, so I went from not sure when a taxi will come, if ever, to, shit my bag is leaving without me in a matter of seconds.

Oh yes, so in the rush, he never gave me my key deposit back.  Oh well, it is only 50 UAH, like $1.10 Canadian.

As I arrive at the airport, I check in and get my tickets.  Everything is looking good. I have an hour before my plane.  I grab some water and relax.

My plane is about to board, and all of a sudden my stomach starts turning.  I have to shit, and I have to shit NOW!  I love IBS-D.  It is great!  I make it to the one toilet, with no seconds to spare.  I sit down so fast I almost fall off of the toilet.  Somehow I managed to shit on the seat, but nothing is on my pants, or underwear.  Score me!  I see an upside to this, except my plane is loading.

I wrap it up and get to my plane just in time.

So here is another bonus to my bad day.  The plane is full but 2 seats, and that one seat is beside me. 🙂

I take some pills for my stomach so I don’t shit myself again.  I still have another flight.

As I am sitting here, thinking, it’s a bit cold.  I think, “where is my jacket.”  Every curse and bad word is now running through my head.  In the rush to the taxi, I left my very expensive Burton jacket sitting on the counter in Odessa.

I love this jacket!

OK, so I try to think positive.  Maybe they can mail it to me, but wait. I don’t even know where I will be from one day to another.

I dunno!

Anyways, we make it to Kiev, where I will be catching my next plane to Athens, Greece.  This makes me smile again, because this has been a dream to see Athens.

As I am waiting in line to go through the security, I always seem to get someone behind me who doesn’t know personal space. Just because you are in a line, does not mean you have to stand on the person ankles in front of you.  However, the guy behind me does.  After the second time, I asked.  “Can you not do that?”  He says sorry and does it again 2 minutes later.  That time I turn around and said, “Thanks”.

This next part I am going to put on the bonus, good side of my scale.

As my ankles are getting bruised, I am watching this other guy get security checked.  They choose him for a random pat down.  These pat downs are very quick, and they miss a lot.  Anyways, as they finish patting down his back, the officer says, “Please sit here.” and points to a chair, while they check his bag.  The guy heard it as, “Please bend over” and the guy touches his toes like he is going to get an anal check.  OMG, I tried so hard not to start laughing.  This was awesome and I apologize for laughing at someone, but this was funny.

Then there is this lady with a zipper sweater on.  The officer asks her to take off her jacket as he thought it was a jacket, not a sweater.  She has nothing on under it but a bra, and actually starts taking it off.  The officer is like, “Oh, no no, keep it on.”  Again, I loved the show and laugh a lot inside.  I love Europe and their free way of thinking!

My next plane arrives and we load.  Great, full plane, and I am sitting against the window, with a giant beside me.  The only thing I hate more is when there is a screaming kid.

Oh but wait,  the seat in front of me is a mom, dad, and a little boy and you guessed it.  He is very well behaved! Not!  The little ass climbs the seat and starts trying to grab my sunglasses.  I say, somewhat nicely.  “GO away!” and give his dad a look.  If I climbed over seats at that age, I would have my ass kicked by my dad, and then if mom got mad, look the fuck out.

They finally, somewhat control the little monster.

Then it happens.  A SCREAMING, and I mean SCREAMING baby is 5 rows back.  Please make it stop.  I am actually starting to contemplate what would be worse, listening to it scream, or opening the door and tossing it, while chancing crashing, and killing everyone on the plane.  Well, we would have at least 1 minute of peace?

So, yes, the plane ride was long, for a 2 hour flight.

But wait, good luck comes my way.  My bag is one of the first off the plane.  Score me!  Customs goes easy, and I am now in Greece.

Some pictures while landing in Athens.

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As I exit the airport, I remember I have Euro’s still from when I was in Finland.  Score me again!

My AirBnB host left me a message saying I catch the bus 95 into the town center, and then A2 to her place.  Sounds easy, and it actually is.  I do take way longer than if I knew where I was going, but that is OK.  I am in Athens, Greece.

Here is one teaser, for the next post!

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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.

Vilnius – What did we get into?

OK, so today started off pretty relaxing.  Woke up a little late, almost 9 am.  Tony was just about to go for a walk, and I asked if he wanted to get coffee together.  He is like, “Yes, come with me.  I will show you great coffee for 10 cents!”

Cheap coffee, obviously I am in.

It takes us about 10 minutes to get to the joint, which is called Hesburger.  It sort of looks like Burger King our way, but they actually have espresso machines.  He was not kidding, a coffee is 10 cents Euro, which is like 16 cents CAD and damn good.

We sit for an hour or so just enjoying all of the views, and I don’t just mean old buildings.  The Lithuanian women are the hottest I have ever seen, and too add my pain, there is way more women then men.  Even google it, it’s actually a fact.

Every girl here looks perfectly fit, even the ones with 2 kids.  I don’t know how they do it, but I am not complaining.

I do have to say, their facial expressions are lacking though.  I even discussed it with a local.  It is normal for a girl, to look down at her feet when passing a male.  They rarely smile, unless they know you.  I guess once they know you, they are pretty cool.

Later I test this fact!

Picture while waiting for Tony to tinkle.

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After coffee Tony and I walk around the town in the areas we have not been in.  Not taking any real direction just following others and going in the direction of things we think in the distance are cool.

We are both getting hungry and start looking for a place to eat.  While walking by a couple eating something that looked amazing, we decide, lets eat here.

The place is a vegetarian restaurant and cheap!  I don’t exactly recall the price, but I think it was $10 Euro for two of us.  So like $7 CAD each?  The place is called, Radharane, and here is a snap of my plate.

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We are now both happy and decide to go for a pint at a patio we saw earlier.  They have large pints for .99 Euro, $1.60 CAD.  Yes, this turns out to be the start of me corrupting Tony.

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I wish I had a picture of Tony, but for whatever reason, I lost most of my pictures from today.  Anyways, Tony is from the UK, where he is a teacher and I have to add, a pretty cool, nice guy, but not for long. 🙂

After 3 pints, a group of local girls sit at the patio table beside us.  I noticed they are laughing, which is not common to see.  So I say to Tony, here is my chance to get some answers. LOL.

So, I lean over and ask if they speak English and they do.  I proceed tease them and ask them questions about girls their age, not smiling.  I even add, I am extremely good looking and most girls don’t look into my beautiful eyes.  For whatever reason they are into it and we start having some really good conversations with them.  I find out they are all local and about 24 years in age.  I tell them I am also 24, which they don’t believe me, but seem to think its funny.

Did I mention all of these girls are 10s?  No joke, Tony even thought they might be models.

During the conversation the one girl never smiles or says anything, and it seems like I am annoying her.  I am used to this, I annoy a lot of people!  Then a bee starts flying around her, and she takes a knife and tries catching the bee with it.  I use this opportunity tease her and call her a bee killer, and to not to get on her bad side.  She loves this and her attitude changes.  So much so, that when Tony and I stopped talking to them, she poked me with the knife to get me to continue talking.

Anyways, eventually we are on our 7th pint, and I am almost to drunk to make any good conversation with them. I think I gave them my card and number, but that part is a bit foggy.

We then pay and head out for a walk, to sober up a little.

Next we find ourselves in a grocery store buying more beer.

The rest of the night gets foggy for me, but I do remember teasing a group of local guys skateboarding, trying to get them to show us some skills.  Next was at a restaurant where I meet a guy in line for food.  We talk about salaries here verses Canada, etc.  He was a cool guy, but I don’t recall what else we talked about.

Later the shit show continues with me teasing some local girls, outside the restaurant and I don’t even remember, but Tony said it went well.

Our night ended with us finishing our last beer and going up to bed.

The next day, Tony was leaving for home and he thanked me for the best day on his vacation.  He told me, his entire 3 weeks vacation he never really talked to any local girls, but one day with me, we talked to several and all were laughing with me, I think!

Anyways, I will miss Tony, he was a fun guy.  A little shy, but a great guy.

A couple of pictures that I still have!

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The next day I didn’t do to much.  Just ate some pizza, catch up on my blogs, and relaxed.  As Tomorrow I am flying to Kiev, Ukraine.

Vilnius, Lithuania new friends great views, no sleep

I arrived in Vilnius around 10 pm, and jumped onto bus 88, that I already knew would take me close to my hostel.  The bus is only 1 Euro.  Pretty cheap.

On the bus I meet a French Canadian who is going to meet her boyfriend and backpack around the Baltic countries for 2 weeks.  She is really cool and I use my phone maps to help her find her stop.

From the bus stop to my hostel is 1 km walk, but looks like a not so nice area.  The good news is, I made it without any issues.  You never know when you are new to a country and it is dark out.

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Checking into the hostel was a breeze, and cheap at $10 CAD a night.  But I only booked one night in case the hostel itself is no good.

There is only one bed left, which is the top bunk.  I hate the top bed because I am not a climber, but for one night, that’s OK.

20 minutes later I am trying to sleep but one guy is snoring so loud, that its impossible. Actually I have never heard any snore that loud in my life.  I mean, it was almost screaming.

Another guy in the room got so mad, that he woke the guy up twice, so we could sleep.

The next morning I see the guy who was snoring and he looked like an idiot.  He did not look like the type of person I wanted to chat up.

But let this be a lesson, never judge a book by its cover.  Later that day he came into the room when I was going to try and catch up on sleep I missed last night, and he started to apologize to me for snoring.  It turns out the reason he looked like a not nice person was because he was extremely embarrassed about snoring.

We had a really nice conversation and I found out he is from Spain, and is traveling around to meet his girlfriend who lives in another country.

He and I later took a walk to a cheap supermarket, he knew of.  What a truly nice guy.

That morning two of the other guys in the room took me out for breakfast.  My egg omelet was 1.90 Euro.  Love the cheap food already.

During the day, I walked around Vilnius and just explored.  Check out some of the cool pictures.

 

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In the evening I didn’t do too much, just tried getting some sleep, but mister snorie was at it again.  Meh, what can you do.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  The hostel turned out to be really nice, so I am staying 3 more nights.  But who knows where I will go after that.