Predictably our night out with Philip Lahm and Zen meister went on all night and we lug four nights’ worth of hangovers as well as our bags to the avtovakzal for a mashrutka to Ivano Frankivsk.
This corner of western Ukraine has hardly changed in the decade since I was last here. The Lada count, pot hole count and corrupt traffic police count might even have gone up. The four hour journey is shall we say challenging but we are ready to cash out for a decent hotel at the other end to tie us over.
We crash down for the night at a boutique hotel in IVF which only comes in at 50 euro for the two of us. Ten years ago I don’t recall a single hotel being this good in Ukraine. Ivano is a chilled attractive town with a decidedly Romanian influence. A thunderstorm engulfs the town as we watch the evening’s matches in an open air café and get our first early night of the tour to date after.