It took me 4 years to get here but I made it.
For an Australian, getting to Ukraine requires one of those pain-in-the-ass-kinda-expensive-visa’s.
Depending on which consulate you deal with, depends on which authorized travel operator they deal with, decides on how much your ‘official’ invitation will be, after communicating in anything but English.
Last time I was in the Balkans, the closest Ukraine Embassy was Budapest and I just couldn’t swing it, this time coming from Moscow I was more organized and the procedure was a bit less painful.
Though a friend still had to translate every part of the process.
But an overnight train, a double take on the passport, and here I am.
A small gallery of whats up so far..
Camera: Lomo LCA
Film: Agfa Vista 400 (Expired 2006)
Location: Kiev – Ukraine.
Photoshop: Minor density corrections
Like the rest of the Soviet empire, Kiev thought instead of setting up pedestrian lights to cross roads, they’ll just build these massive monolithic underpasses for the people and cars to travel freely.
They’re really just a pain in the ass, and a warm place for bums to hang out.
And for the record, there is actually alot of chicken Kiev’s getting about here, but Russia claims they masterminded it.