Trip to Ukraine - I didn't die, so there was that

Really after the numerous weeks of anxiety and fretting, the trip went surprisingly without a hitch.  I didn't sleep much the night before I left, but that only meant I didn't sleep through my 3:30am alarm.  Seriously, who makes flights leave so freaking early that you have to be up by 3:30am??

I got through security with my knitting needles, but almost got strip searched for forgetting that mascara was indeed a liquid and needed to be in a little plastic bag so they would know it is not a bomb.  That's all it takes apparently.  Bomb? No bag.  Not a bomb? Bag. 

After taking the smallest plane in the world to Minneapolis and barely catching my connecting flight to New York, I had a wait until the flight to Ukraine.  I realized numerous things while waiting for that flight -- one: people dress in the dark; two: Ukrainian people are rude! In line for boarding, I had numerous co-riders just step right in front of me like there wasn't even a line.  This continued throughout my time in Ukraine.  It's like the entire country said to themselves "What line?"

The flight across the large shark swimming pool was relatively uneventful.  I sat in the middle of three missionary groups of teenage girls.  Did you know that kids really say "Oh, snap!" and don't even do it ironically?  I sure didn't. 

On my 9.5 hour flight, I managed to sleep for 45 minutes.  Then, Dad and I toured Kiev for a few hours before getting on the express train to a little city outside Dad's city.  My favourite sight of the day was a minstrel who was clearly the love child of Krusty the Clown and Hulk Hogan.

 That right there made the whole trip worth while.

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There will be more stories later, but I accidentally deleted about 500 pictures, so it will take awhile.  Dad was able to retrieve most of them from his computer, so I just have to get the disk he burned.