: Ukraine is a very beautiful country with its huge skies and red sunsets. I have never before heard anyone say too much when they came to visit. I wonder why. The people are all helpful and they all want to come over and talk but I just wish I could understand them. The girls are shy and the grandmothers seem so cute but they also look hardened and set in their ways. The guys seem to have the same bone structure as my family and sometimes I could even see a lot of my brother in the young workers. In fact the resemblance is quite shocking. I think that my brother would have liked this trip too; we were both lost dogs looking for where we came from.
We stopped in the middle of the day and Emmanuelle spent an hour or so in the hammock to recuperate after 60 km. She really earned it so I let her sleep in my hammock instead of the little mesh hammock she was carrying. Anyway we arrived in a little town just 20 km out of Lutsk where we asked the locals if there was a hotel or a place to camp for the night....
Emmanuelle's Journal Entry for Day 19: Ok, so it was not a dream! We had really slept in a bungalow in this magical, clean little **** camping resort in the middle of nowhere.
After a hardy Ukrainian breakfast, we picked up our bikes. Thank God they were still there! And hit the road. It was somewhat of a nice ride, I say somewhat because, the scenery was great and very different from what I had ever seen before, but the roads! Ah, the roads were rough! Holes and bumps, gravels and cracks were dancing in front my eyes! I had to constantly lift my arm to prevent it from being shaken up.
At 1pm I was already pretty tired so we stopped and Chris set up the hammock. I just crashed, oblivious to the constant noise of the crazy traffic!...
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