Left Lviv at 15:30 - latest start yet. Despite a valiant effort to get as far as possible and reduce the temptation to return to Lviv, we manage only 65km before nightfall decends.
No Couchsurf planned for the evening, so armed only with one sentence in Ukranian saying "we are biking from Berlin to Odessa and need some place in your garden to pitch our tent", we search out places to stay. Andrew gets lucky in a bar where Milos welcomes us home. The villagers of Cherche have practically no English, French, German, Magalagasi or Irish, so we use lots of hand gestures to communicate. Milos is very drunk and his wife seems dubious about what he has invited back with him. The mayor, who shows us his American passport, invites us to his house also, but to avoid disrespecting Milos, we decide to stay in his more humble abode. To this, he gives numerous hugs and kisses and his wife cooks us pasta and soup for dinner. No language barrier exists after some vodka. X
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