
Trojan horse replica
Some belated thoughts on my trip to Greece, Ukraine and Turkey… Guess I’ve just been too busy to get it all down, but I need to do so before it all gets lost in the abyss deep within my skull.
Upon leaving Athens, we set sail on a ship called the Silver Whisper. The problem with this was the fact that it’s a luxury cruiseliner where all the booze is included in the fare. So what’s the problem, you ask? The problem is that I’m trying hopelessly to document this after the fact and entire evenings may have been lost to that abyss in my skull prematurely because of alcohol-induced hazes. So I guess I’ll just write about what I remember…

Troy, near Çanakkale, Turkey
Çanakkele, Turkey is near the ancient ruins of what is believed to be the city of Troy referred to in Homer’s Iliad. Now at the entrance there are several imitation Trojan horses for people to climb up into. In the hot, muggy weather where you step outside and are sticky within minutes of leaving any air-conditioned sanctuary, I could only imagine how pleasant it would have been inside these Trojan horses. Almost like a stripper hiding in a birthday cake that had been forgotten about for a couple of days in the swamps of south Florida during the summer… and probably smelling almost as bad. So instead of climbing up into the faux Trojan horse, we opted to walk around these ancient ruins that date back to the 5th century BC. The ruins are currently being excavated and do not have much structure left to them aside from stone walls, wells, and a large stone ramp which were all a part of a small city once upon a time. Beyond the walls of this city are currently miles of farmland, and the Aegean Sea beyond. If nothing else, the view from the top of the ruins was very peaceful.

Opera house, Odessa, Ukraine
From there, we set sail through the Bosporus Straight into the Black Sea for Ukraine, and stopped in Odessa, Sevastopol, and Yalta. The port city of Odessa is considered the metropolis of Ukraine, but unlike other metropoli, there is an obvious lack of high-rises and very few people in the morning. It seemed like later in the day, people started coming out of the woodwork and it began feeling more like a city. There is some beautiful architecture, particularly their opera house, but the some of the older historic buildings, like the former palace of Prince Pototsky, that now serves as the fine arts museum, were left to decay.

Livadia Palace, Yalta, Ukraine
Sevastopol is a naval base for the Ukranian and Russian navies. Aside from this, the city was pretty unremarkable to visit. Besides being very hot and having a small shopping district, the highlight of this stop was watching a local dance group that performed some traditional local dances, including the Kozak dance. I remember watching culturally insensitive movies and cartoons as a kid, and wondering what this dance was all about; and then as I got older, wondering how one’s knees manage to stay intact throughout the dance. At any rate, it was quite a display of athleticism, but the show was so long that no amount of the performers’ clapping, singing, and wild dancing could keep me awake for the whole thing.

blue room, Livadia Palace
The claim to fame for much of this region of the world is their involvement in many wars. Among this history is the involvement in the World Wars. Yalta is the city where the Yalta conferences took place that determined the fate of much of Europe during World War II. The Livadia Palace where these conferences took place is a site to behold. It’s multitude of rooms and grandiose decor is a true reminder that things aren’t built the way they used to be. This stop in Ukraine seemed to be all about palaces, as evidently the trend during the Soviet era was to have one if you were anyone of importance. One interesting stop was “The Bird’s Nest” a castle that had been converted into… get this… and Italian restaurant. What?! Yes, and the food was nothing to write home about. Typically, I would stay away from such touristy things to do, but as it was a stop with the tour group from the cruise, we found ourselves dining there. The view was beautiful at least…
Ukraine… interesting country. Definitely not my favorite country that we visited on this trip. When people-watching, it seems like they primarily breed supermodels and prostitutes and sometimes, you can’t tell one from the other. There are a multitude of wafer-thin women who tower over 6 feet tall that still feel the need to wear 5-inch heels despite the cobblestone streets. The vibe is a bit cold and impersonal, and there are dicey dealers of black market caviar all over the place trying to sell you jars of their wares in broad daylight out of a plastic, obviously unrefrigerated, shopping bag.

View from Bird's Nest, Yalta, Ukraine

Bird's Nest, Yalta, Ukraine
Luckily after these stops, we were setting sail to Istanbul. More on that later…









