So I’ve not really planned this. At the moment it’s just a blog about my trips to Ukraine. Yeah I know it’s in reverse order.
Start from the bottom and work your way up.
Top Tip: hit the End key; it’s quicker than scrolling.
And yeah, a couple of days are out of order because I tried to publish three at the same time. Wanna volunteer to fix it for me? Then STFU.
I can’t imagine I’ll bother with adverts, even when I wake up tomorrow with a million readers haha. But I’d be honoured to monetise it for Ukraine. I’d genuinely recommend the Ukrainian mountains as a destination and the people are so friendly. It felt like a proper adventure. And genuinely safe – like the Scottish Highlands during the Blitz. But if you’re a wuss, you can still support Ukraine with a charity donation, eg Children of Heroes – childrenheroes.com
I might also upload the archive of my Schools Out newsletters and press releases. And my Green Party political columns in G Scene. Maybe even some teaching resources. Watch this space… Talking of which, I’m probably supposed to beg you to subscribe, so you don’t miss any of my forthcoming posts. No idea how to do that but I’m sure you’ll work it out.
In the meantime, coming soon: trip two, with my son Sacha.
Oh and I see half my readers are in Ukraine: Ласкаво просимо! You might not understand some of the cultural references (eg 80s British music) or idioms. Maybe ask Claude to explain?
Sun 26 Jul – Cluj Napoca (Romania)
I headed for La Soviet – a fabulously camp, retro bar – feeling adventurous and off the tourist trail. The Brummie family at the next table soon burst that bubble. I had my best ever curry in central Europe and a vegan ice cream on my way home. I finished the day feeling totally on…
Mon 27 Jul, Leaving Romania
The train to Sighetu stopped everywhere. One platform burst into argument – the train guard versus a large group of Roma women (Europe’s most hated minority). I knew I’d never find out what it was about, so I exchanged smiles with the children. Half an hour later they drifted away and the train plodded on…
Tue 28 Jul, Entering Ukraine
The Schengen computer didn’t have my fingerprints, so it took a whole 20 minutes to leave Romania. I strolled over the sleepy bridge. Only five minutes to enter Ukraine. The customs woman was sweet. After she’d checked my luggage she called me back and wrote in Google translate “It’s very nice here.” I struggled to…
Nigel Tart 