Thursday, November 21, 2019

Mt Patterson, Walker Valley Offroad - November 2019

In the middle of November I finally got the chance to take the Land Cruiser out for an off road trip.  It would be a solo trip so not the best thing to do - the last thing I needed was to be stranded in the middle of nowhere with no support.  At least if I did get stuck I could try out my radio skills and see if I could make contact with anyone. I was not too confident of that.

I headed out early Saturday morning up Mormon Emigrant Trail to Carson Pass and then out through Ebbets Pass to Highway 395.  Just south of where the Ebbets Pass road meets 395 there is a road to the east, Topaz Road. That heads to the mountains and then turning north you meet Risue Canyon Road that is a dirt road curving around the top end of the Sweetwater Mountains.  

Danger Trapper - Watch Kids and Pets
The above sign lets you know you are not in Kansas anymore.  I guess people still trap out here. The road turns into Road 105 and heads up past some old mine workings.  I wander around the mine site but it is not too spectacular. Further up the road I get a bit confused as to which way to go.  There are lots of options and none of the roads seem to match my map but then the map is not as detailed as I really need. Nevada also seems to be very sporadic and arbitrary in the marking of dirt roads.  Occasionally you see a marker, but more often you don’t. I did know roughly which way I wanted to go - towards Mt Patterson, the tallest mountain in the area and one which has a road to the top.
The Destination - Mt Patterson

Mt Patterson Trail
After stumbling down a few dead ends I finally found a marker for the road up Mt Patterson.  However at this point it was around 3:00 pm and it would be dark soon. As I was up over 9,000ft I decided to go down a little and hopefully find a warmer spot for the night.  
Camp for the night
I drove past Lobdell Lake reservoir and three or four miles further down I found what looked like a reasonable spot to spend the night.  It was by now 4:00 pm ish and it was getting cold. I heated some soup and had beer and soup for dinner before I got so cold I had to retire to the truck.  So it was 5:00 pm and I was inside the back of the truck in my sleeping bag wondering what am I going to do for the next 13 or 14 hours. That is the problem with backcountry travel in the wintertime - the nights are long.


After tossing and turning and listening to Audiobooks for hours it finally started to get light around 6:00 am.  I did manage to heat water inside the truck without getting out, so I had coffee before I braved the cold. Interestingly on a boulder near my site I found a group of grinding rocks.  I believe the Paiute Indians once occupied this land.


On the road again I retraced my route to the Mt Patterson marker.  It was fairly straight forward path from there to the top of the hill.  That is until I found a patch of ice on a tricky hairpin turn. Other than stream crossings I hadn’t seen any ice on the road, and being blinded by the morning sun in my eyes, I was on the ice before I knew it and as I slowed for the corner I started sliding.  Sliding backwards until my front end slipped over the edge and I was off road pointing downhill. Not what I needed. Into 4 Wheel Low with front and back lockers on, I tried to reverse back up but to no avail; I turned around and tried to go up forwards, again without success.  I stacked rocks in the holes that my tires were digging as they struggled up and took another run at it - again almost but not quite. More rocks and a longer and faster approach but still no luck.


A bit of a dilemma.  No trees or rocks around to winch me out, no other people on the road to assist me.  I decided to turn around and drive through the brush to the stream bed and follow it down to a point where the drop off from the road was relatively shallow.  I scouted out a path on foot and then took off driving blind through the 6 ft high brush along the side of the stream before diving back up the hill to the road.  Success, I was back up on the road again.


To turn back or to try again.  Try again of course. I went back to the icy corner and spent a good while scattering gravel over the ice to give me traction.  Then I approached as I should have done earlier with one side’s wheel on the ice free side of the road. No problem. A lesson learned, don’t be too confident when the sun is in your eyes and it’s cold enough for ice out there.  Incidentally I encountered no more ice for the rest of the trip.
Mars with Flowers
It was a relatively easy route (for the Land Cruiser) from there to the top of the mountain.  It is barren and treeless on the upper reaches of the mountain. There was a sign half way up that identified the landscape as “Mars with Flowers”.  This late in the year there were no flowers so I guess it was just a Martian landscape. I find that kind of barren mountainous landscape quite beautiful.  Though there was no real visible vegetation up that high but there was plenty of color variations on some of the adjacent mountains. Plenty of mineralization and plenty of signs of old mine sites.
On the Summit - Mt Patterson
On the top of the hill at 11,673 ft someone had planted a US flag.  There were great views over the rest of the Sweetwater Range and over to the Sierra Nevadas in the west.


It was a straightforward route down the other side of the mountain just a bit rocky in places.  It made me wonder about the YouTube video I watched earlier in the week. It was titled “Surviving Mt Patterson, one of  the world’s most dangerous roads”. I think not.
Belfort
Half way down the mountain you pass through the one time mining camp of Belfort.  It was active in the 1880’s but now all that exists are a couple of log cabins surrounded by the debris of other buildings.  It is nicely situated and would have made a nice camp spot had I wanted to stay out for another night - I didn’t.
The view of Mt Patterson from the East Side
I continued on down the hill to the flat lands of the East Walker Valley below.  It was near lunchtime when I reached tarmac so I headed into Bridgeport some 20 or so miles away where I had lunch and filled up with expensive $5 gas.
Walker River
After lunch I headed back up Highway 182 to the Walker Valley and headed out on Sweetwater Road that runs along the East Walker River towards the town of Hawthorne.  On these flatlands the views are not so spectacular but the river itself is quite beautiful.
9 Mile Ranch
Leaving the river the road I headed south towards 9 Mile Ranch - now abandoned but in it’s day it was a going concern.  The Historic Marker informs me that John Fremont camped here in one of his exploratory expeditions and even Mark Twain passed through. I passed through too and nearly stayed. When I got back in the truck all the electrics were dead - nothing at all.  I was still a long way from anywhere and no one else was around. I opened the hood and tightened battery connections, jiggled any wires I could see and began to contemplate my dilemma. It must have been the battery connection because when I got back in, all was well and off we went.   For the rest of the trip I did not turn the engine off unless I was in a town.
Old Mine Workings - Eureka Mine
From 9 Mile Ranch the road was good to the junction with the Eureka Mine Road and since Eureka Mine is once again active the road there to Hawthorne was excellent (for a dirt road).  I took a detour to the Eureka Mine. There wasn’t much evidence of the old mine workings but the modern mine is huge. Huge excavations and vast settling ponds. I bet there is some nasty pollution going on around there.


I arrived in the town of Hawthorne just before nightfall.  It is not much of a town - dominated by a large army munitions depot.  I got a hotel for the night - no sleeping in the truck for me again. A meal in the restaurant of the sad little casino next to my hotel and a wander around the casino.  It was really depressing - no card tables or roulette wheels, just a large number of big slot machines but very few people playing. How could such a place stay open in a town like this.
Outside the Munitions Museum - Hawthorne
Next morning I take a closer look at the town.  I don’t know when the town was doing well but there are no signs of prosperity today.  Lots of run down store fronts and no modern businesses save a drive up coffee booth in the middle of a parking lot.  The military presence is everywhere - from the park decorated with cheerful sculptures made from munitions parts to the munitions museum with the array of scary bombs, rockets and torpedoes sitting outside.  Too early to visit the museum however. Outside the museum is a memorial to those who gave their lives to supporting the military - about a dozen folks who were killed in explosions at the munitions factory in the Korea and Vietnam War era.
Walker River outside Schurz


North from Hawthorne the road passes the very beautiful and brilliant blue Walker Lake to the town of Schurz.  There’s not really much in Schurz but from there I left the road onto the dirt road running west along the Walker RIver towards Yerrington.  It’s desolate dry country but relatively flat along the valley floor. It is an Indian Reservation. There are no residences there only signs of failed agricultural land (fenced fields, dry irrigation canals, etc).  We did not leave the Indians with any really good land around here. The marshlands where the river meanders around did look quite beautiful though.
Marsh Land Walker River Valley
More Typical Landscape along Walker River Valley
Back on the highway again I headed south to Yerrington - another nondescript town struggling to make a go of things.  Then on through Wilson Canyon to Wellington. From Wellington I took the dirt road out of town, Hoye Canyon Road. This follows the south side of the Walker River through Howe Canyon and then out to Antelope Valley.  I bounced along this road for a few miles until I was at the point where I started the off road trip on Saturday morning. Since it was still only lunchtime I traveled into the mountains again along RIsue Road and then wandered around along one of the valleys.  There was a dead Desert Bighorn Sheep by the side of the road and a game warden parked nearby. I stopped to see what was going on. The warden was probing around in the bush above the eviscerated carcass of the sheep. As I walked up, she stopped me saying “this is my crime scene - don’t come any closer”.  Apparently she was looking for evidence of who killed the sheep - most likely a mountain lion.


I drove around a little more then went back to Highway 395 and headed home.  A great weekend away that rekindled my desire to do more of that kind of travel.  Time to get the Land Cruiser in shape again - or buy something newer and more reliable - a Fore Runner perhaps?


Massachusetts and New York State - November 2019

On my return from the UK in November I met Nancy in Boston for a short trip around Massachusetts and New York State.  After all the flying I have done from the UK to the West Coast, it was a real treat to have the short flight into Boston.  Oh how easier it is to be only 5 hrs or so away from the UK.

Landing in Boston in the late afternoon we headed out of Boston immediately and headed for Salem thinking that might be quieter.  An incorrect assumption, Salem was quite busy because Halloween is the main tourist season for Salem. Apparently because of its Salem Witch Trials associations.  It was full of tourists and full of cheesy Halloween displays.
The Site of the first Long Distance Phone Call - 1876
The only notable thing for me in Salem was the plaque on the wall of what is now a restaurant that identified the building as the location from where the first long distance telephone call was made.  In 1876, Alexander Graham Bell called his associate, Mr Watson, in Boston. “Come here Mr Watson. I want to see you”.
Fall on the Massachusetts Turnpike

We left Salem the next morning and headed west towards Stockbridge.  The fall colors were quite splendid on the Massachusetts Turnpike even though we were perhaps a little late in the season.  We arrived in Stockbridge around lunchtime and had lunch in the Main Street Cafe. This was the location of the “Alice’s Restaurant” of Arlo Guthrie fame.  Nothing very special these days and perhaps it wasn’t so special even back then.
Runaway - Norman Rockwell
Rockwell did the cover of the Mike Bloomfield/Al Kooper Album
The other big thing in Stockbridge is the Norman Rockwell Museum.  Mr Rockwell moved to Stockbridge later in his life and made it his home.  The museum is just out of town in a beautiful setting but not where he lived.  They moved his studio from his home in town out to the museum site and it sits in a beautiful location on a hill overlooking the river below.  I am not a huge fan of his art but he certainly was accomplished and he certainly provided a catalog of American life and events with his Saturday Evening Post covers.
Crane Paper Mill - Dalton, Ma
We spent the night in a nice old B and B in the town of Lee, just outside Stockbridge and the next day we wandered around the area looking for a spot for a hike.  In the process of wandering, we passed through the town of Dalton. In Dalton there is a paper mill, the Crane Paper Mill, and it produces all the paper for the US Mint.  In this relatively small mill all the linen paper with all its watermarks, metallic strips, and other security features is produced there. All the US Government do is print the ink on the paper and cut it into note size.  A fascinating factory tour culminating in the making of our own sheet of paper.
Monument Mountain Reservation
We then went to Monument Mountain Reservation near the town of Great Barrington and did a little hike.  Only 3 or 4 miles up to the top of a ridge and then back down but quite beautiful with all the autumn colors.
We stayed that night in the town of Great Barrington in another old B and B.  A very fine meal that evening in The Prairie Whale - highly recommended. Prairie Whale is another name for a pig apparently.
The FDR Home, Hyde Park

FDR Home Dining Room
The next morning it was raining so we headed further east into New York State, to Hyde Park.  This was the home of Franklin D. Roosevelt and his home is open for touring. It is also the site for FDR’s Presidential Library also open for touring.  We went around both. A beautiful setting though not so nice on such a wet day. The home was fitted with accomodations for his wheelchair (ramps and a dumb waiter type of lift he could hoist himself upstairs in).  All very discrete modifications though as he kept his disability fairly quiet.
The Vanderbilt Mansion, Hyde Park
Almost next door to the FDR home is the Vanderbilt Mansion.  An impressive house on the side of the Hudson River that was occupied (at least for part of the year) by Frederick Vanderbilt one of the grandsons of Cornelius, the family fortune’s founder.  A most ornate and extravagant home that was just like touring an English Stately Home.

Covered Bridge, Ware, Ma
Back to Stockbridge for the evening where we stayed at the Red Lion Inn a large and majestic old inn that dominates the main street of Stockbridge.  Next morning we headed back towards Boston for the flight back to California. On the way back we diverted to the town of Ware to see a covered bridge.  Interesting but once you have seen one, that’s enough.

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Ukraine - October 2019


In early October, I decided to take a break from taking care of mum and set off on a short trip to Ukraine for two or three days.  Because I had heard about the train ride from Warsaw to Kiev and because I love trains, I took the slow route there. I flew from Stansted to Warsaw and then caught the overnight sleeper train to Kiev.  On the way back I flew directly back to London.
It was an early start from Derbyshire to Stansted for the 7:00 am flight and I made it out the door at 2:30 am.  I was in Stansted by 5:00 with plenty of time for my flight. I am always amazed how incredibly busy the airport is at such an early hour.

Being a RyanAir flight it didn’t go into the main Warsaw airport, it landed in Modlin, a little further out from the city.  It was a brief bus ride into Modlin followed by a train into the center of Warsaw. A nice modern train and a nice low cost ticket - if only the UK were the same.
My Favorite Warsaw Building, Stalin's Birthday Cake
In Warsaw I had to pick up my train ticket to Kiev which I had already booked and paid for.  For some reason the ticket could not be picked up at the station but it was delivered in my name to the Poste Restante at the local Post Office.  I wasn’t aware that they did Poste Restante anymore.  

The Powazki Cemetery, Warsaw
With my ticket in hand, I had a few hours to kill until my 5:00 pm train and since I had seen most of the bigger sites in Warsaw I decided to visit the Powazki Cemetery, a fine old cemetery with wonderful old monuments and gravestones.  Many notable Polish people were buried there, none of whom I recognized other than perhaps one of Frederick Chopin’s relatives.  It was a great place to wander around looking at all the beautiful and quite extravagant gravestones.

I took the tram back into the city center and walked over to the old town. After it was flattened in WWII they have done a remarkable job of rebuilding the city and it is now quite beautiful.  A late lunch of pierogis, which didn’t impress me as much this time as last, and then it was off to the station for my train.
The night train to Kiev
I had a sleeper compartment all to myself and it was quite comfortable and clean.  We pulled out of the Warsaw Central exactly on time and we crossed the Vistula River heading east towards the Ukraine border.  This late in the year it gets dark quite early so there wasn’t much to see out of the window. As we left Poland there was a passport check then in the early hours of the morning we rolled into a large covered shed to change the wheels on the railway carriages.   Each carriage was lifted up by large hydraulic rams that slide under the carriage body. The 4’ 8.5” European gauge wheels were rolled out and a set of 5’ Soviet gauge wheels rolled in. The process is quite gentle and I am sure most people slept through the entire process.  I of course was intrigued by the whole process and I watched the whole process.  
New Carriage Wheels for the Ukraine
With new wheels installed we rode on towards Kiev though pleasant countryside and the occasional town.  We pulled into the main station in Kiev right on time. There was then a customs check, complete with stern Soviet-style Guards and contraband sniffing dogs, before we were allowed to get off the train.
St Voldomar's Cathedral
It took me a while to get my bearings but I eventually figured out which way it was to the center of the city and my hotel and I set off to walk.  On the way I passed a spectacular church with multiple beautiful gold and blue domes. This was St Volodomir’s Cathedral. The inside was no less spectacular than the outside with beautifully ornamented domes, altar and icons.  In Orthodox churches there are no pews and everyone stands - that has to be tough on the old folk. There were lots of people coming and going, all seemed to be buying candles and lighting them in front of their favorite saints, saying prayers and then crossing themselves.

The Hotel Ukraine
I walked on towards what is the main street in Kiev, Kreshchatyk Street. It is a wide street with some very impressive buildings that runs down to the main square, Maidan Nezalezhnosti.  Apparently when the Germans left the city in WWII they mined and booby trapped all the buildings on the street.  

The Founders of Kiev Monument
My hotel, the Hotel Ukraine, sits up the hillside from the main square, Maidan Nezalezhnosti and it is a massive Soviet era edifice.  It is quite ugly but then that’s what makes it all the more appealing to me. It was built to honor Stalin but he unfortunately died before completion and then even Kruschev found it to be quite ugly and so he never approved the completion of the final upper floors.

After checking in and having a bit of lunch I wandered over to the Maidan square and found a walking tour that was just about to start.  It provided a nice introduction and orientation to the city. From the square and the Founders of Kiev monument (three brothers and one was called Keith) we walked up to the Friendship of Nations Arch.  This soviet era memorial commemorates the friendship between the Ukraine and Russia. That friendship is not so good these days but the statue there shows a Russian and a Ukrainian standing together.
The Friendship of Nations Arch

Friendship of Nations Statue
Just past the monument there is a nice view down to the Dnieper River and the old part of town.  We walked on through Mariyinsky Park, past the statue of the WWII lovers, over the Devil’s Bridge, past the soccer field where Ukrainian prisoners played the Germans in WWII and paid the ultimate price (their lives) for beating them (three times).  

At the end of the park is the Mariyinsky Palace, designed by Rastrelli and built for the Tsar and still looking rather splendid.  It is now the official residence of the President of Ukraine.
The House of Chimeras
Rooftop of the House of Chimeras
Nearby was a most wonderful large home, the very exotic House of Chimeras.   This is an Art Nouveau house built in 1902 by Wladyslaw Horodecki. It is the most ornate building you could imagine being adorned by all sorts of strange beasts and hunting scenes.  What a gem.  
St Sophia's Cathedral
A couple of other minor buildings and we were done with our walk.  I then set off on my own up the hill on the other side of Maidan Square to St Sophia’s Cathedral.   This is a fine complex of domed churches, not as spectacular as some of the others in that it has less gold and is green instead of the more resplendent blue.  
Bohdan Khmelnytsky Statue
In the square outside St Sophia’s is the Bohdan Khmelnytsky statue - a monument to a cossack leader who defeated the Poles back in the 17th Century and at the other end of the square is the much more beautiful St Michael’s Monastery.  St Michael’s has lots of wonderful gold and blue domes. As beautiful as it is, alas it is only a modern copy being built in 2001 after the original was torn down in 1937. I imagine it is now much more splendid than the original ever was.
St Michael's Monastery
In the evening I had to figure out how to get to the pick up point for my Chernobyl Tour the next morning.  The instructions were a bit sketchy - just meet at 7:45 on a street by the railway station where there should be a minibus waiting.  So I decide to go over there and check things out ahead of time and, of course, it gives me a chance to check out the subway system in Kiev.  The subway here is the deepest in the world and it is quite impressive - exceedingly long escalators and quite ornate stations. You buy a plastic token for 8 hryvyna (25c) that gets you in the station and then it is a long descent on escalators to the platforms.  The system is very busy and the trains are very frequent - almost following one after the other down the track. A most efficient and affordable means of transportation. I traveled on the subway many times while I was in Kiev and never had to wait more than a couple of minutes.  I find my meeting point for the next morning’s trip and then return to my hotel. A cheap but good meal of borscht and salad in a nearby restaurant before retiring for the night.

Next morning (Wednesday) was an early rise to catch the subway across to the railway station and meet my Chernobyl Tour van.  When I was looking into visiting Ukraine I didn’t expect that Chernobyl would be on the list of places to visit but the site of the world’s worst nuclear accident has been opened up to any intrepid travelers that want to pay a visit.  I didn’t expect there to be many people on the tour but were a minibus of 15 people and there were 3 other buses waiting in the same spot.

Our guide, Anna, was quite competent and knowledgeable and spoke perfect English.  We set off for the 1hr 45 minute drive to Chernobyl. At the entry to the Exclusion Zone, a 30km ring around the reactor that has controlled access we had our paperwork processed and were given dosimeters to hang around our necks and a geiger counter to play around while we toured around the various sites. 
Abandoned House, Zalissya
Our first stop was Zalissya, a village where the houses were abandoned but were left standing.  Other villages closer to the reactor site were bulldozed and the debris buried. We spent 30 minutes wandering around this village where roads and gardens were now overgrown and houses being mostly of wood construction were slowly falling down.  The residents of the village were given very little time to get ready for what was supposed to be a temporary evacuation so most things were left behind. Furniture, beds, clothing, books, papers were just lying around. The most memorable sight was a clinic with an examination table with foot stirrups rusting away in a debris strewn room.


Clinic in Zalissya
Children's Home
The next stop was at an old nursery or children’s home.  This was quite moving - rows of beds in the wards and lots old toys lying around.  Sad to think what this place might have once been and how quickly it was abandoned to the elements and how quickly nature took over once more.

Geiger Counter at Radiation Hot Spot
Pripyat Town Center
Just outside the town of Pripyat we stopped to examine an area of highly radioactive ground.   Everyone busied themselves with their geiger counters looking for the highest reading they could find.  I got 28 microsieverts per hour which really is not too much at all considering what went on there.

Pripyat was the largest town affected by the disaster.  When the reactors were first built the nearest town was Chernobyl and so the site took its name from that town, but in 1970 a larger modern town was built to house all the nuclear workers.  That was Pripyat. It was a flagship town for the Soviets with all the modern facilities - a swimming pool, a basketball court, an amusement park, restaurants, a hotel and even a supermarket.  The residents left with only two hours notice and most never returned (some came back to retrieve items valuable or sentimental to them). In recent years it has gained notoriety for being the post-apocalyptic backdrop of a popular video game that uses actual footage of present day Pripyat.
Swimming Pool, Pripyat
Our first stop in Pripyat was at the swimming pool.  Normally you are not allowed inside the buildings in Pripyat but our guide knew that at that time of day there were no police at the site so we could sneak in to take a look around.  It must have once been a first rate facility but now it is just a decaying shell around a crumbling empty pool.


Amusement Park in Pripyat
We then took a walk around the town itself - the soccer stadium, the amusement park, the supermarket, the hotel, the school, a cafe, municipal offices, a theater, etc.  Trees and bushes were growing in all the roads and the buildings were slowly disintegrating. It was all quite remarkable and all quite moving. The rusting bumper cars and the carousel;  the masses of gas masks on the floor of the school room; the coffee machine at the cafe; the abandoned supermarket trolleys in one of the first supermarkets in the USSR. All signs of what the world might look like if we screw things up any more.  How quickly nature can once again gain control.
Gas Masks and other debris
Pripyat Graffiti
People for some time have been entering the exclusion zone illegally.  They camp out or squat in the buildings until discovered or until they feel they have had enough radiation.  Some have even adorned walls with murals and graffiti.
The New Sarcophagus Covering the Reactor No 4 Site
After leaving Pripyat we drove past the Red Forest area.  This was a contaminated area where all the trees turned red after the incident.   There are none of the original trees there now. They have all been uprooted and buried and a younger forest is taking over.  We then approached the reactor area itself. There is a memorial to the incident adjacent to Reactor No 4, the one that had the accident.  The reactor is now covered by the new sarcophagus cover. Financed by the EU it is the largest moveable construction project in the world. It was recently slid into place over the core of the reactor and it will hopefully give protection for  another 100 years. By that time we may have figured out a better way of dealing with the problem.
Radiation Check before Lunch
Our trip included lunch at the works canteen adjacent to the reactor complex.  Before entering the canteen we had to pass through a radiation scanner. I don’t know whether this was just to make us feel safer or whether they did occasionally find something alarming and in need of decontamination.  Thankfully our party were all clean. It wasn’t the best meal of goulash and borscht but it served the purpose.
The Duga
After lunch we left the reactor site and drove to look at something called the Duga.  This is a giant radio antenna that was built in the 70’s to act as a detection site for incoming missiles from the west.  It is an impressive structure but it never really worked that well though it did create interference on global shortwave radio frequencies.  It produced a clicking sound that became known by radio enthusiasts as the Russian Woodpecker. We walked around the immense structure and through abandoned military buildings in the area.  A most interesting site.
Memorial in Chernobyl
At the end of the day we visited the town of Chernobyl.  Here there are still people living and working (though I think only for 30 days at a time before having to leave for a while).  There is a monument in town to the workers who performed some heroic and life endangering tasks to limit the extent of the disaster.  Whether they were the power plant engineers, the police, firemen or soldiers brought in to work on the containment, the miners who dug tunnels under the plant, or medical professionals who treated the sick, they were indeed heroes that worked in conditions that many of them knew would drastically shorten their lives.
Final Radiation Check for the Van
At the end of our visit there was another radiation check to make sure we hadn’t become contaminated.  We all gave our dosimeters and geiger counters back. Mine showed I had been exposed to 3 microsieverts of radiation.  That is less than a tooth X-ray or less than a flight across the USA.

It was an uneventful ride back to Kiev where we were deposited at the railway station.  All in all a remarkable day trip. Quite thought provoking. The world really dodged a bullet with that disaster.  There were so many ways it could have been so much worse.

Old Kiev and the Dniper River
The next morning, Thursday, I set off to do my own walking tour of the city.  I retraced some of the path I had taken on Tuesday by visiting the House of Chimeras (always worth another look), the Mariyinsky Palace,  the Devil’s Bridge, the Friendship of Nations Monument. Then I crossed over the new bridge/viewing platform to the other hillside and the statue of St Voldomar that sits on a hill overlooking the old town and the Dniper River.

My path then skirted around the hill to the wonderful St Michael’s Monastery. 
St Michael's Monastery
Interior of St Michael's Monastery

Then heading north down the hill on Andriyivsky Street I passed another spectacular church, the turquoise green  St Andrew’s Church.
St Andrew's Church
At the bottom of the hill is the old part of town, the Podil area. I wandered rather aimlessly around this part of town trying to get back to the other side of town without retracing my steps, but alas after a lot of walking along dead ends, I had to give up and go back up Andriyivsky Street. 
Wall Art Kiev
There are some wonderful murals in Kiev and I enjoyed discovering a few of them as I walked around.  They are true works of art and it has become one of my favorite things to do in a new city. Every European city these days seems to have them.

Wall Art Kiev
Along with my mural wanderings I stumbled across an old entrance to the city in Medieval times called the Golden Gate or as we say in the Ukraine, Zdoti Vorota.  It was unusual but not epic and it also turned out to be a modern day 1982 copy of the original.

Further on I encountered again the very splendid St Voldomirs Cathedral, something I saw on the first day.  Further down the street is Schvenchenka Park with a statue of Mr Schvenchenka himself just outside the main Kiev University building.  Schvenchenka was or is the most famous Ukrainian poet. Alas I had never heard of him or his work.
Schevenka Statue and Park
I then pain a visit to the Pinchuk Gallery.  An art gallery created by Viktor Pinchuk , one of the modern day Ukrainian oligarchs.  It was hosting a rather sinister and perverse photo exhibition of a Soviet photographer who had some not too pleasant photos of Ukrainian/Soviet people.  I can’t say I enjoyed it and I don’t even remember the name of the photographer. It did however provide me some respite from walking the streets of Kiev.
The Deepest Subway System in the World
After a late lunch I set off to take a look at one more group of golden domed churches in the Lavra area.  I took the subway from my hotel to the Arselina station which has the record for being the deepest subway station in Kiev and the world.  It takes a full 4.5 minutes to traverse the escalators from top to bottom.
Upper Lavra 

Upper Lavra

I walked around the churches in the Upper Lavra section and I peered over the walls to look at the equally spectacular Lower Lavra complex.  Kiev has a lot of spectacular churches and cathedrals. I can’t say which is the best but it certainly makes for a beautiful city.
The Lower Lavra Complex
The Nation's Mother statue
From the walls of Upper Lavra you can also see the Rodina Mat statue otherwise known as the Nation’s Mother).  An impressive huge steel statue of the Nation’s Mother holding a sword and a shield. There were similar statues in Tbilisi and Budapest.  It must be a Soviet thing.

My phone told me I had walked 18.5 miles for that day and I was well and truly tired.  I took the subway back to the hotel, had a quick dinner and collapsed into bed.

Friday morning was my last day in Kiev.  I had a 12:00pm flight from the Borispol Airport so there wasn’t too much time left to sightsee.  I went exploring for more murals in the area just north of the Maidan square and then caught the subway out to the station.  From there I caught the modern airport train for the 30 km ride to the airport. At the airport there were three terminals C, D, F (why not A,B,C?).  They were spread out requiring a shuttle bus between the terminals. Myself and just about everyone on the train were going to F, the budget airline terminal.  We boarded the bus and though the bus was overloaded with people, it did not move -- not for 20 minutes. Waiting for 20 mins on an airoport shuttle bus is perhaps not what many people dialed into their travel plans that day.  Fortunately I was in plenty of time.

An uneventful flight back to Stansted and I was back in the UK.  All in all a most interesting trip. I highly recommend Kiev and I highly recommend Chernobyl if you have a liking for that sort of thing.

There are many more photos of Kiev here and of Chernobyl here.