I know the following reasons don’t really justify my crankiness, especially considering I went to a very sobering memorial for tens of thousands of murdered Jews and a church that was ruined by atheist-Soviets. But to sum up why I became cranky and tired:
- Was late to the rendezvous point by 10 minutes because the buses and taxis wouldn’t stop for me
- Once with the group, we caught a zillion marshrutkas to get to St Cyril’s, I’m not kidding. I hate those suspension-free-zone minivans
- My toes froze about three times. I’m surprised they are still on my feet
- I had two cameras. One of them is big and heavy and a pain to carry around. For most of the day, neither of them would work
- After you have dwelt on the injustice of the previous point, imagine my annoyance when it turned out neither would work as a result of my own stupidity. One camera didn’t have a battery in it. The other has a dead battery, and the spare was in the wrong place so I couldn’t find it for the majority of the day
- Got yelled at by a trolleybus full of Ukrainians for getting off at the wrong stop
- After all of this, I had to go to the supermarket and purchase about 30kgs of groceries which I carried home on my back.
Add to the mix freezing cold temperatures – it was minus nine, and about minus 20 windchill. The final straw was blogger mysteriously deleting my long and descriptive blog post.
Grrr. Well, I’ve just finished taking out the double-spacing blogger inserted into this post when I uploaded the pics. It’s time to go to bed.
How was your day?