Day 213 - Sebastopel to Kherson - Tues 24 Sept
Happy Birthday grandson Nathan in Darwin, a toothless 6yr old today! And also marking
7 months since we Wanderoos departed Australia. Past old cave dwellings/ "towns".
Turned up narrow streets of Bakhchysaray
village spotting one mosque after another, obviously a heavy Muslim population.
Drove to cave monastery but didn't climb up because raining heavily plus want
some kms up today.
GirlRob concentrating on taking photos of tractors as she enjoyed prize winning
novel "Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian" - big tracts of land
under pivot irrigators, circular fields/ crops.
Plenty of “Bee Drovers” along road selling med/honey. Stalls selling doughnut shaped red onions in hanging bags - so plentiful/cheap wonder how the oldies make any money. Children running home from bus, girls with large white pom-pom pigtail holders.
Oh no, trouble now - we did a U-turn across road to stop at a stall to look at
salty air-dried fish, backed up slightly into our lane to complete the turn and
hit the back of a truck-trailer going in the opposite direction - he was well
onto our side of the road - wiping out our whole back box and strewing our contents
along road. Our large table shattered, and the whole lid of box (with our
precious Wanderoos logo) was totally wrenched off beyond repair. Only small
dent and scrape in other blokes trailer, but he immediately called police.
After collecting all pieces off road, and stowing salvageable bits in camper
(amazingly both chairs were OK and washing was still intact inside barrel), and
half hour of waiting, we got hold of Marina by phone to ask the truck driver in
Russian why we had to wait when we'd actually sustained all the damage. It
appears he'd had a similar collision and wanted to "clear his name with
his boss". The truck driver behind wouldn't wait but there were stall
holders who’d witnessed the accident.
Got our paperwork ready, passport,
international drivers licence, and (thankfully) 3rd party insurance. Real
concern is whether they will charge us (and if so could that interfere with
either leaving Ukraine or Europe??) But amazingly, after a short discussion,
the police let us go, didn't even want to hear truckies story. We put a few
kilometres between us in case anyone changed their minds, before pulling into
roadside cafe for dinner, then on to Kherson camping beside an irrigation
channel. Whilst the pretty sunset didn’t help much to alieviate the mood, we
were grateful the vehicle didn’t sustain more damage, and we’d not been