Well, the road isn’t quite on fire. But it’s melting.
I’ve previously ranted and raved about the uneven footpaths and roads in Ukraine. In fact, when you’re crossing the road, it often looks like there’s a drunk driver heading his Lada in your specific direction. But it’s not so. The roads are so bumpy and uneven that they actually make the cars swerve. (On second thought, a high proportion of those drivers are probably drunk).
As you all know, because I can’t stop whingeing about it, it’s really really hot here. In fact, I saw a temperature sign yesterday that said it was 41 degrees cel. Remember, this is the land of cold. No air conditioning, no ventilation. Now it’s hot, there’s little reprieve.
As I was walking across the road today, I noticed my sandals were sticking a little as I took each step. Looking down, I realised why – the council, obviously in a effort to patch up the roads, had laid bitumen gum (no stones mixed in) over the road – roadworks that were completed some time ago, I’d say.
Considering the road surface is probably hitting the 50s (cel), then it’s little wonder it’s melting.
But in the split second I was looking down, I noticed something that amused me greatly.
There must have been about 20, one-inch deep pock-marks in the gum. Ah, I thought. Stilettos.
I wish I could say my heart went out to the dyevushkas whose heels have gotten stuck in the bitumen quicksand since the heatwave began over a week ago.
But it didn’t.