Kiev to Odesa

Coming to Odesa was an unbelievably effortless affair. Woke up record-time early to beat the morning traffic in Kiev, and took the smooth 500-km motorway without police intervention!
A local lawyer instructed us that if you're done nothing wrong or a minor offense (like speeding) you're better off not trying to sort things out and be understood. Just stick to your language (don't even do English) and they'll probably let you go because it is just easier to shake down locals. If the offense is more serious, don't negotiate. Just make sure a 50 or 100 UAH note gets dropped in a police car or in a drawer in police office. Things will usually turn ok after the note gets found. Very understandable; wouldn't you be pleasantly surprised if you just happened to find a considerable amount of money at your working place, and wouldn't you just want to be very friendly to your customers after that?

All the bikes are in perfect running condition once again (thanks to 'Hooligans' stunts riders of Kiev) and to make things extra smooth there was a local biker guy coming to meet us at the city border and guide us to our apartment. The apartment is a big-job affair in the very center of things. Of course it has to be, there is still 8 of us. The girls took a night train from Kiev.



2 days in Odesa now, and spirits are high. Also two nights of dancing-till-shirt-drips-sweat-and-sun-rises-from-sea on Arcadia beach giant open-air disco. Some of the kuupelos there are not running only on Red Bull, their pupils dilated and their moves defying the traditional Newtonian physics.