
Up early! Ola and I meet Sergei downstairs at Hotel Mur for breakfast (they've added a great southern breakfast to the menu - #3!). Two cups of coffee gets me going. We head to the passport office in Severodonetsk to sign & pay for the *3 ladies* taxi to Lugansk. They have to appear in person so that we can get our passport quickly. We drive to Lugansk and when we arrive, Sergei scans & emails documents to N for translating. Then we go shopping at the outdoor market to get Ola some shoes (hers from the internot were trash). We browse around for a while because we do not have anything to do until the passport is ready to be picked up later this afternoon.
Sergei takes us to a hotel that he's stayed at in the past - says it was nice. After viewing our room, we try to get settled. Ola turns on the shower to show me something about camp (?) and water starts dripping from the ceiling (uh-oh). That should have been the first clue to change rooms...
But I, not wanting to be a bother, just asked Sergei to let them know so that we would not be held responsible for breaking something. The maintenance guy comes and says no problem - they are working on the room above us. I begin the chore of re-packing Ola's stuff more efficiently & transfer some of the heavier stuff to another suitcase. Ola says, "Wow, Mom, you pack good!" Thank you.
Sergei calls - the passport is ready to be picked up - YEA! I am amazed at how much running around and filling out of paperwork it took to get this one little document.
It is about 4pm by now - dark. My stomach says it is time to eat regardless of the time. We go to a Ukrainian buffet style restaurant. Only 2 more days of Ukrainian food, so we get it while we can! We walk around the mall next door - nice!
Back at the apartment we start getting ready for bed - tomorrow will be another early morning so that we can catch our 7am flight. Ola gets ready to get into the shower & guess what - there is no hot water. Sergei calls the maintenance guy again. He says no problem, just let all the water drain out of the tank & then it will be warm (ok, I'm no plumber, but that doesn't make sense!). So, not wanting to be a bother, we let the water run. It never gets warm. Sergei offers for us to shower in his room (above his job description - he is such a nice guy!). Getting late, so I fill out the rest of the paperwork (which takes about 2 hours) & get ready to get into bed (it is much later than I wanted to get to bed - paperwork is tedious). Ola crawls into bed first & says, "Oh, Mom! What is that smell?! It smells like pee-pee!" Great. We are in this 1970's apartment/hotel with a tiger print coverlet and the mattress smells like urine. It is near midnight and I am so exhausted that I can't deal with it. Ola layers some sheets on it & we go to bed.
ɪŋ
