March 24, 2015

Odessa, Ukraine

Colonnade, part of Vorontsov Palace, which was built in 1830 AD.
Colonnade, part of Vorontsov Palace, which was built in 1830 AD.
Primorsky Boulevard.
Primorsky Boulevard.
The "Old Fortress" in Odessa.
The “Old Fortress” in Odessa.
Odessa's seaport.
Odessa’s seaport.
The Black Sea seen from Lanzheron Beach.
The Black Sea seen from Lanzheron Beach.
The Odessa Film Studio.
The Odessa Film Studio.
Odessa Railway Station.
Odessa Railway Station.
Crimean Muscat wine.
Crimean Muscat wine.

I woke up around 09:00 today, showered, got ready, and eventually left the hostel at 11:05. I then walked across “Mother-in-law’s bridge” to Voronstov Palace and its colonnade, which were built between 1827 and 1830 AD by the Sardinian-born architect Francesco Boffo for Prince Mikhail Semyonovich Vorontsov, one of the governor-generals of the Odessa region. I then walked along Primorsky Boulevard, past the Potemkin Stairs, the city hall, and on to Shevchenko Park. At the park, I walked to the “Old Fortress,” which consists of a rebuilt wall and one canon, but it does have a nice view of the seaport. I walked through the park, past the soccer stadium, past an obelisk monument, and onward to Lanzheron Beach, which naturally had no bathers since it was very cold and windy [NOTE: if visiting Odessa, come in July or August]. I walked through the sand on the beach and south to Otrada Beach, Dolphin Beach, Chkalovski Beach, and finally Arcadia Beach; each beach had some tourists viewing the Black Sea in their heavy winter coats and some had bars and restaurants open, waiting for patrons. At Arcadia Beach, I turned west and walked to French Boulevard; once at the boulevard, I followed it north to the Odessa Film Studio, which houses the Museum of the Cinema. I entered inside the film studio and asked the security guard where to purchase a ticket to the museum; the security guard (speaking only in Ukrainian) explained to me that I need to call the studio in advance and schedule a tour . . . so much for seeing this museum; I’ll add it to the list of Odessa museums that I had hoped to visit. Disappointed, I continued northward on French Boulevard and then turned west to the Odessa Railway Station. Before entering the railway station, my stomach demanded food, so I ate at the nearby McDonalds (to help make up for the incredibly expensive meal I had yesterday); I had a double cheeseburger, French fries, and a coke (all costing me 52 hryvnia or $2.24 USD – pretty damn cheap). After eating, I walked to the railway station to buy tickets; I waited for some time in one ticket line, only to be met by a lazy worker who spoke no English and wouldn’t even try to understand words like “Kiev” nor look at my iPhone where I had typed “26” for the day (in other countries, simple communication methods like these have worked when confronted with an individual with an open mind); I was then sent to another window, only to be told to go somewhere else again; finally, I ended up inside some sort of VIP room where I was finally able to purchase the train ticket I wanted from another worker who spoke no English, but was willing to work with me. With ticket in hand, I walked north to the Odessa Opera and Ballet Theater where I managed to purchase a ticket for a ballet performance scheduled for tomorrow at 18:30. I then walked to a market and bought some food and a bottle of wine and a beer. I then returned to the hostel, found the resident cat sleeping on my bed, grabbed my laptop, went through the photos I took today on my laptop, and munched on some salami, cheese, pistachios, white chocolate infused with coconut, and a fried liver given to me by one of the other guests. I also enjoyed the bottle of Ukrainian Russian Muscat wine that was produced in the Crimea; it tasted fine, like the bottle of Muscat I had had the day prior – like nectar and flowers with hints of citrus, very sweet, but enjoyable. After finishing the food and the bottle of wine, I had a beer as an extra nightcap and then went to sleep.

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