Tonight our hosts took us to a traditional Ukrainian dinner. It was very good food, quite hearty, with portions that would have been fine if I was a tauntaun. In fact, after Will was done eating, I was considering slicing him open to stay warm in the Kiev streets. He does, indeed, smell bad on the outside.
At one point during dinner, they brought us some bread slices with a viscous white topping. I inquired with our host:
“What is that white stuff?”
“It is,” he said in a thick Russian accent, “like bacon without meat part.”
“Whaaa?” I said, working it out in my head. “Oh.”
After that, we walked over to Independance Square where I got this night shot as the traffic rolled through the streets.