Chernobyl, WWI and Yanukovych’s former house in Kiev

There are tours that you can take to Chernobyl, but we decided to visit the museum in Kiev dedicated to the disaster instead of visit the site… mainly because it didn’t come with warnings about how to avoid contamination with radiation.

The audio guide and exhibits highlighted many personal stories from the days, weeks and months following the tragedy. The museum represented the disaster as occurring mostly due to a design flaw. It stressed the heroics of those present at the time who attempted to mitigate the consequences, in some cases knowingly giving their lives.

However, quite coincidentally, we later met a Canadian nuclear power worker in Bucharest that informed us that the Ukrainians made many mistakes and that the accident was preventable.

Below are photos from Victor Yanukovych’s estate when he was Prime Minister and President. It is now a museum displaying his excessive expenditures while in office.

We could not read all of the exhibits in the National Museum of the History of Ukraine in the Second World War (below), but it was still worth the visit. It remembers the 8 to 14 million Ukrainians that died during the war.

Food in Ukraine

After six months in Asia, Logan was missing ice cream. Kiev provided a large one, wrapped in a waffle cone.

I was missing potatoes. I love potatoes. All kinds. For my birthday in High School, instead of decorating my locker with streamers and lots of candies, my friends filled it with unwashed Idaho potatoes. They also handed me potatoes as I walked through the halls and attended classes. Every time I opened my locker, potatoes rolled all over the floor. Did I mention I love potatoes?

Unfortunately, my family does not share my love of potatoes. This led to me just about breaking down and yelling at them as I wanted to order five different potato dishes at one meal but had no one to help me eat them.

But here are a few of the dishes (above and below) that I did manage to try.

Below is borscht that Matthew had.

Below is my cabbage salad. I love almost all cabbage salads.

Below is some sort of meat my family ate. I forget what.

And below is Logan’s favorite food in Kiev. She managed to eat it at least three times during our short stay. It is basically a large, deep-fried doughnut with a hotdog in the middle. The stand that sold it always had a long line, so it seems she was not the only one that liked it.

Some meat we picked up at a fair.

No one needs cotton candy that is much larger than your head. But, as you can see, it made Logan happy.

Food at an outside fair.

Hot bread with cheese… delicious in any country.

Kiev

Our stay in Ukraine was short, only three days, but we loved Kiev. We stopped over after leaving China on our way to Romania.

I may have looked like I had a broken neck when I arrived as I had not seen such blue skies in months and kept staring straight up.

With any country we visit, we get an impression of what it must be like to live there, which may or may not be correct or representative. And, of course, our perceptions are strongly influenced by the few taxi/Uber drivers, Airbnb hosts, tour guides, waiters, etc. that we meet.

In Ukraine, I felt those we talked to were angry, strong, defiant, and discouraged while at the same time still a bit optimistic (unlike in Romania where it felt that all hope for a better future was gone).  They were angry about successful revolutions followed by further corruption and the war with Russia that continues killing their young. But they were proud to have fought back. How can you not want to root for people that covered a charred building from the 2014 revolution with a banner stating “Freedom Is Our Religion”?

The photo below shows pictures of those killed during the 2014 revolution. It is, and felt, very recent.

Another monument to those killed in the protests.

But all of our tours and wanderings were not a “daily dose of depression” (as Logan often calls our Social Studies lessons).

Below are murals painted in the past few years.

Logan and then Ethan in Landscape Alley.

St. Michael’s golden-domed monastery

Below is a locally famous cat that died in a fire. They felt it needed a statue.

Communist-era construction below (strongly ridiculed by our tour guide).