Yesterday was all travel, but I have arrived in Kyiv without anyone getting upset with my vaccination certificate or passport or anything else, and it is very nice to be in a real country again :) I can see trees dressed in autumnal colours again, buildings that aren't made of sandstone and have had actual thought put into their architecture, and roads that were built for cars and not horses :) It's nice.
Under a streetlight I was standing under a streetlight but it wasn't providing much illumination. Which might have been to do with it being mid-morning and the street-crew in a cherry-picker who were busy repairing it and kept yelling at me to move out of the way. When one of them clumsily dropped a rather large wrench, whose purpose for a light-bulb change was impenetrable to me, rather close to my head I decided that like the proverbial drunk I might be looking for my keys where the light was rather than where I'd dropped them and moved off. From the sizzling noise and the cry of pain that came as I reached 5 metres distance I figured the light had started working again after I left, and cursed my bad luck.
2 comments:
Yesterday was all travel, but I have arrived in Kyiv without anyone getting upset with my vaccination certificate or passport or anything else, and it is very nice to be in a real country again :) I can see trees dressed in autumnal colours again, buildings that aren't made of sandstone and have had actual thought put into their architecture, and roads that were built for cars and not horses :) It's nice.
Under a streetlight
I was standing under a streetlight but it wasn't providing much illumination. Which might have been to do with it being mid-morning and the street-crew in a cherry-picker who were busy repairing it and kept yelling at me to move out of the way. When one of them clumsily dropped a rather large wrench, whose purpose for a light-bulb change was impenetrable to me, rather close to my head I decided that like the proverbial drunk I might be looking for my keys where the light was rather than where I'd dropped them and moved off. From the sizzling noise and the cry of pain that came as I reached 5 metres distance I figured the light had started working again after I left, and cursed my bad luck.
Greg - hah! So you're homesick already then? :P
Huh. Why do I get the feeling that your narrator was the reason the light wasn't working?
Post a Comment