Packing the other things so they wouldn’t break was also a challenge, but we managed it and we got everything together just as our transportation arrived. It was the same mini-van driver we had to and from Korosten. His driving technique to the airport hadn’t improved any, and he nearly hit a little car while passing it. I almost told Gene to add that if he had another close shave, I would knock 50 grivna off his fee, but I didn’t, and he had no more close shaves anyway. I mysteriously failed to tip him, though.
Inside the airport, we bid Gene good-bye. I did add a 400 grivna tip to Gene’s fee, which he liked very much. And then we were on our own.
It’s not much fun to negotiate an airport in which you don’t understand the dominant language, but we managed it. Got our boarding passes, checked our luggage, negotiated passport control, and then waited for boarding to begin.
So now we’re on our way back. It’s the usual tediousness of air travel. We had some drama because the flight out of Kyiv was inexplicably delayed (we all sat on a shuttle bus on the tarmac for over twenty minutes, after which it looked like Lufthansa and United Air would have to reroute and/or find hotel accommodations for a couple hundred passengers who would miss connections, so they quickly decided to hold the connecting flights for us). It’s weird to be looking out the window at an afternoon sky when my watch and my body say it’s nearly midnight. I’m doing some writing, the first time in over a week.