Yes, I have already made myself a survival pack, the key
components of which are teabags and a rather cute tiny pot of Marmite. Well,
you can’t have vodka for breakfast, can you? At least not every day.
The last post I wrote on this blog was about our last trip
to Ukraine, and now I’m back for more.
This time next week I will hopefully be in my flat in Odessa
in the south of Ukraine. This depends on me being able to navigate the streets
of Kiev with multiple suitcases/being able to explain to inevitably delightful
and helpful taxi drivers where I want to go (despite 2 years of Russian, this
will be through mime)/ surviving a 10 hour train journey without a run-in with
the police (note to self: learn from past mistakes and have passport easily
accessible at all times). The *idea* is that I will be there until mid-April,
teaching English and learning Russian before going on to Moscow.
A couple of weeks ago I returned from a special 4 months in
Paris, and I must admit to having looked a few times at Eurostar prices,
because quite frankly the idea of going back to the land of baguettes, fromage
and cheap red wine (plus the wonderful friends I was blessed enough to meet) is
just so tempting.
But, the show must go on. Or the ‘vin chaud’ as we used to
say (okay Emma, yes I make terrible puns).
Desperate times call for desperate measures...
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