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At times, there is nothing like three friends chatting over a few beers… My companions were fascinating, though they could hardly be more dissimilar: Roman, tall and corpulent, was a bachelor in his full forties, an intelectual, well cultured, the … Continue reading →

The mashrutka was, as usual, crammed with people. No way to get to the driver and pay. ‘What’s the fare?’, I asked to my young, pretty and kind travel mate for the occasion. ‘One seventy five’, she said. I handed … Continue reading →

The Polish-Ukrainian border of Hrebenne is only meant for road traffic; it can’t be crossed by pedestrians. Therefore, the traveller who wants to use it must get on board some motor vehicle before entering the restricted area. When I arrived, … Continue reading →