One day, not so long ago, Mr and Little Miss Moi got up sorta late, feasted on delicious Chinese instant noodles for breakfast, splashed some water on their faces, and scooted out of their flat.
They were going to watch football at a friendly place called ‘The Pub’.
Although both Mr Moi and Little Miss Moi were looking forward to watching the football, they had varying degrees of enthusiasm. Mr Moi was banking on an all day-er. Little Miss Moi was planning a pouting tantrum around afternoon-tea-time, which would trigger the pair’s departure.
Mr and Little Miss Moi decided to dodge the snow and travel to ‘The Pub’ by metro. They think that descending on the Kyiv metro is a little like going into the depths of hell.
It goes a long way down.
Once they were down down down, Little Miss Moi snapped a cheeky photo of Mr Moi. See? That’s his cheek. She also snapped some Kyiv winter fashion. Many Kyiv-ites are wearing big coats with fluffy bits all over them.
If you look closely, there’s even a couple of big furry shapkas in the photo too.
Mr and Little Miss Moi were transported by metro to Little Miss Moi’s favourite station: Maidan Nezalezhnosti. She often copies the announcing man in order to perfect her pronunciation of her blog name. She didn’t take a photo of the metro, as the camera was safely tucked away against theives.
Once off the metro, Mr and Little Miss Moi took the escalator up and up and re-emerged from the bowels of the earth.
Before they knew it, they were at ‘The Pub’. Here, Mr and Little Miss Moi met up with some fellow rugby lovers, and watched what seemed like match after match. First they watched Mr and Little Miss Moi’s home team Queensland play the Hurricanes. Then they watched some soccer.
The soccer was a real low-light, because all of a sudden, ‘The Pub’ filled up with people of the pommy persuasion, dressed in red jerseys. They were so loud that Little Miss Moi had to yell, and it hurt her throat.
The mid afternoon pouting tantrum was blithely unrecognised by Mr Moi, so Little Miss Moi ordered some hot chips instead. It’s funny how the tomato sauce bottle looks only a little weird with Russian writing on it.
Then, the room started to fill up with lots of people from the lovely country of France. They were here to watch their team, The Frogs, play their next-door neighbours and the inventors of pizza, the Italian Stallions. It was rugby time again, and this was the third game all day that Little Miss Moi had been subjected to. She was getting a bit cranky.
So she bought a couple of beers and took some photos of the punters with her ever-steady hand.
After the Frog vs. Stallions match, which The Frogs won, it was time to watch England play Scotland. There were a lot of people in the room in their white English jerseys, drinking a lot of beer. Including a few twelve year olds.
After nine hours in ‘The Pub’, it occurred to Little Miss Moi that her bottom was really sore from sitting on the one seat for so long. It was time to go home.
Walking down from ‘The Pub’, Little Miss Moi was struck by how pretty everything looked in the fresh snow that had banked up in her nine-hour absence from the world. She walked through Independence Square, looking about wonderously as the snow sparkled in the streetlights.
Mr and Little Miss Moi, despite eating all afternoon, agreed to join their friends The Chenkos for dinner at Mokka in The Passage. Little Miss Moi discovered that Mokka had nothing to do with coffee, and was rather amused at the black tiger spotted uniforms the waitstaff were forced to wear. Mokka was decorated like the inside of a ship.
After two mohitos and some food in between, it was time to leave Mokka. Little Miss Moi drank so much that she almost thought this Bentley was hers. Even if it was, it had probably been parked there for too long to get out of the snow.
While she pondered why someone would leave a Bentley out to rust in the snow, she took some pretty pictures of the punters in The Passage.
It was quite snowy indeed.
Then it was time to go home. Luckily being with someone who can talk the local lingo, Mr and Little Miss Moi didn’t have to face either the sloppy snow, or the bowels of the earth metro in order to get home. They got a cab.
Little Miss Moi snapped this photo at the same time she got whiplash from the driver pulling a U-turn at Maidan.
When they got home, Mr and Little Miss Moi were very tired indeed. They drank some water and a few Neurofen and went to bed. And Mr Moi still hasn’t woken up.
This post is dedicated to enid. It’s too hard to read her blog without wanting to write in third person.