OK, so those of you that know me, probably know that I travel a fair bit for work...usually without interest or incident. So, I'm on my 1st visit to Ukraine. My distributor here kindly arranged a taxi from the airport for me...I came through arrivals to find a guy that looked like Benny from Crossroads, with a piece of A4 with my name on safety pinned to his chest..he led me to a late 80's Vauxhall Cavalier (with no seat belts or sunshine roof), and drove me to my hotel in central Kiev at glacial pace. I could have pushed faster. Check in to the hotel, go to room. Call room service and order a pot pot of coffee. "You want pot of coffee?" "Yes please" "seriously, a pot?" "Yes, please" "but pot has 4 cups in" "Yes please" "OK"...10 mins later there's a knock at the door.."You really want pot of coffee, not cup?" "Yeah" "You sure" "Yeah" "But it has 4 cups in" "I know, I like coffee" "OK". 10 mins later, pot of coffee arrives - max points for double checking. Go outside for a cigarette. I'm approached by a women with a moving bulge in her jacket, and asked for a cigarette. I oblige. She then opens her jacket and offers me a puppy she's just found wondering in the street. I respectfully decline her kind offer. I go out to dinner with the MD from our distributor. Get back to the hotel and decide on a couple of cheeky pints before bed and order some crisps as well. 5 mins later I'm served a basket of crisps by a bang tidy bird in an extremely skimpy French maids outfit that doesn't leave much to the imagination. She departs, I ask the barman what that's was all about, and in the most matter of fact way he informs me that she's a dancer from the strip bar on the 2nd floor, and when not dancing, they deliver food orders in the hotel pub....WTF? 4* respectable hotel with a strip bar. It's all a bit twilight zone. Sent from my BlackBerry 9780 using Tapatalk
V, I'm lapping this up. Can't wait for chapter two. But if you do a Si on us and pretend you're being kidnapped.....
WTF!! we regularly cry our eyes out about corporate stop overs and I'm stuck in f*cking Oxford whilst your being served nuts by a bird dressed as a French maid.... Our friendship is over!!
Ps... I trust your going to the second floor to spend some serious cash and pretend the md of the distributor is still with you!
Was too shocked to think about it. So today I presented at an event. Joined the delegates at the coffee break....and (at 11:30am) it's apparently perfectly normal for them to be necking shots of the local hooch. I like this town!
