Arjun woke up to another burst water bottle due to ice, and not too far past the garage got a puncture as well. Combined with his increasingly bad blisters, a bad start.
At another garage down the way we stopped to buy some liquids and the attendants came over to chat. Not speaking any English, it quickly came down to Premier League football and one of them (which we assume was drunk) singing and playing air guitar, then offering us vodka.
We also stopped at a store to buy some more bread, where Arjun spotted some nice biscuits which we each bought a pack of as a Christmas treat.
That night at camp, Arjun found that he’d lost his biscuits. We got out the good sausage meat and skittles, and Arjun tried to deal with his blisters. He lost a needle inside the tent.
Merry Ukrainian Xmas.