Day 4 - kiev sunny morning
I take a few photos of people and views in the sunshine, I see a beautiful art-noveau building, a fountain of a man tearing open the mouth of a lion, mondane things and very very cool unexcited people.
I decide to take the metro to the main railway-station to find out about my 322 bus to Borispol airport on Thursday. The metro is a bit frightening to navigate, the are absolutely no signs in latin letters. It takes a bit of sherlock-holmes-ery combinatory reckoning.
The outside of the main train station (McDonalds entrance) seems to be a market of casual male labour, in beautiful sunshine and a cacophony of hawking. Inside the exquisite halls you can find information and services underneath a palace-like canopy. Very impressive, it really gives architectural respect to the people, to travellers and workers.
It is not a functionalistic cage, but a liberating celebration.
The 322bus runs every 30 minutes 24/7, and trains to moskau are 70 euro, st.Petersburg 55euro, Odessa 8 euro.
On platform 1 I inspect the train Venice-Belgrade to Moscow-Ushgorod, little 6 people sleeper compartments, with fine silverware and tea-cups in windows, passengers smiling, train-personell impeccable uniforms, and rolling stock in good shape. I want to take this train one day.
I have a fine green tea in the station's upstairs restaurant (1 euro), inside a hall fit for kings. Here I am writing these lines and since they have free wifi internet (shara-vara at bigmir.net), you could have been reading this a few seconds after i finished this sentence. Stumble It!