Lucky Bastard
I went to Ukraine last month but my wife wouldn't let me go to Pripyat. I even took my big camera with me just in case she changed her mind.
Mind you she had to live through it so I can understand why the locals think this tourism is a bit strange.
Rather than admit the problem and distribute Potassium Iodate to save their health the bastard government lied, and then countered rumours and radiation readings with a story about the Dutch having a nuclear accident. My missus was shipped to Kiev for the May Day parade as a Komsomol school kid and says there was a strange yellow rain falling on them.
I thought Kiev was really expensive - in Lviv we went out for a slap up meal at the best place in town (foi gras for my main thank you), with wine, and then on to the opera with the best seats in the hose, all for £35 for two.
(, Wed 1 Jul 2015, 17:02, Share, Reply)