We woke up rather late today, around 12 before we headed off to the city. Mark usually works from 6am – 8pm, so today was the first full day we hung out. We went to the super market and bought some blueberries and walnuts – your grade A brain food. After that, we just walked around the city and talked about things Neyers tend to find interesting – such as the metaphysical nature of reality, the ontological nature of truth, the problems with linguistics, and how much our family fucking rocks.
I didn’t do much sight seeing, but spending the time with my brother in a foreign country half way across the world was miles beyond any foreign attraction I could have stumbled upon; something both of us agreed we never pictured happening growing up in the white suburbia of West Chester, Cincinnati, Ohio.
We then went to Dream Hostel, where Daryna works and continued our conversation from earlier. After a couple hours, we went to some Portugues restaurant for some seafood and wine. The food was some of the most delicious seafood I have every had the experience of dining on. Tonight is my last night; I’m going to make it a grand exit. Although it is a temporary exit, as there is no doubt in my mind I’ll be back some day.
That night we went to a bar called Mantra. Upon entering, Mark instantly walked over to this group of 10 beautiful ladies who were celebrating a bachelorette party and bartered for one of their hats. From there, the rest was history. We bought a bottle of rum and a pack of red bull and joined in their festivities. It was so incredible. Here I was in Ukraine with Mark, my last night, and surrounded by 10 of the most beautiful women I’ve ever witnessed who took immense pleasure to our quirky humor and American accent. Daryna showed up to partake in the festivities as well. She had been a great help all weekend showing me around the city and acting as my translator, so I wanted to thank her.
We went home around 4am and had a run in with the police that was very scary. The police were heckling me for my passport and asking what I was doing out so late. I told them visiting my brother, but they didn’t speak English nor I Ukrainian. Fortunately, Daryna managed to talk our way out of it and have them leave us alone, albeit at the expense of a bribe of 100 grivnas.