on the road

This is my last post before I head off to Crimea, that peninsula full of Russian nationalists that Ukrainians proudly point out is located on the same latitude as Venice. On Thursday morning, I will roll out of Kyiv in a train compartment with three Ukrainian strangers. Seventeen hours later (I hope), I'll wake up in Sevastopol', site of the Charge of the Light Brigade.


Tune in this time next week for pictures and tales of:
-Khans' Palaces
-Mountains
-Nineteenth-century brothels
-Trashy beach resort cities