Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Dreaming of kishka...


Okay, I wont go into the great details of my parents visit, as my mother's blog (how dare she!) details most of it, but for those of you who dont visit her blog (which is 95% of you), I had to also mention the most memorable moment of their visit. Between 8 and 9 AM I began to wake up and notice the sounds of a dog going crazy, chickens going wild, and what appeared to be the sound of a pig squeeling. After 10 minutes or so the pig sounds stopped, so i dozed off again for a few minutes before waking up. Just to check, I happened to look out the window and notice the newly-murdered pig laying on the concrete in the backyard of my friend's neighbor. The neighbors were working hard with a blow torch and other tools to burn off the pig's hair and clean the pig's skin to be ready for butchering. Who wants kishka?

Party Trolley


I had high hopes for the party trolley, I really did. A friend here was talking up the "party tram" for quite some time, and, because his sister was visiting, he thought it would be a good time to check it out. Rental of the party tram wasnt as expensive as I would have imagined, and I soon found out why. The actual tram is a renovated tramway car, which follows the 19th century tram tracks around the neighborhood of Podil in Kyiv. I would have actually been much more impressed with a full tram tour of Podil, but sadly, that was not to be. The party tram is outfitted with booths and tables that can seat 2 and 4 people. There is a back part of the tram, separarated by a curtain, which i assumed was the make-out room or emergency bathroom, seeing as how the tram didnt have a bathroom, which soon turned out to be a problem for the majority of the party tram goe-ers who had purchased upwards of 2 liters of beer to drink. We boarded the tram in high spirits and waved to those poor souls who hadnt thought to rent the party tram like us. Unfortunately, though, the route of the party tram turned out to be a bit disappointing. The tram proceeded to putz down the river track past the Riverboat Casino (made famous by a certain New Zealander who won $4000 there one night and was promptly arrested for public intox...but i digress) and the metro bridge. Once past the metro bridge the tram turned around and headed right back. This small loop took almost an hour, which was just enough time for everyone's bladders to fill with excess liquid and request an unscheduled bathroom break. Everyone emptied the tram and found refuge in the unisex bathrooms of Double Coffee. With everyone relieved, the tram filled up again and proceeded to head down the same route as the previous hour. Following the second hour, same result: full bladders, but Double Coffee was now closed. Fortunately, the women were saved by a tram goer with a nearby apartment, which also featured an extrememly fluffly white dog.