Stumbling around Kiev

After sleeping the entire Ukrainian morning away we matted down our bed heads and strapped up our jackets to try to face the foreign urban jungle that is Kiev. If you don't take into account the strange conversations of passers-by on the sidewalk or the lack of English signs, you get a scene parallel to New York City. Many people walk in this country, but this leg-employing group does not make up the entire populace in terms of transportation. To put it bluntly, the drivers are crazy. Horns blaring, engines raring, and speedometers and tempers flaring, the roads are not a safe place for pedestrians when the crosswalk light blinks a no-walk warning. Our activities of the afternoon left an appetite in our bellies. After perusing the many restaurants that were completely unreadable we managed to enter a pizzeria. They did not speak English. At all. Luckily for us, Coca-Cola is Universal. Apparently so is pizza. Pepperoni, however, is not. So we ended up eating a pepper pizza instead. It was not bad by any stretch. It was food and it was in our bellies. We commend our brave waitress for her efforts in serving those silly Americans. Note: Always take Russian dictionary.