Oh lordy where do I begin.  At the beginning I suppose.  It was time to move on.  Russian separatists, Canadian alcoholics and depression were getting the better of me.  I don’t know what was making me lower; my recent romantic loss, or the last Game of Thrones episode.  I dragged my carcass to the roadside at …

“Oooooh don’t go to Ukraine!”  Said everyone.  “It’s dangerous!”  Well so is your kitchen.  After spending a couple of days aclimatising to the local vodka, I’ve ventured into the centre of this beautiful city, and I’ve never seen anything like it before. Now I’m not a political genius, or profess myself to have any actual …

Well now this wasn’t going to be easy.  It’s some 600KM to Kiev, around seven hours without traffic, and of course the area is currently unstable.  I plan to hitch down to a place called Gomel, then strike for the Ukrainian capital from there.  On paper it looks straighforward, in reality it could be a …