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Rainy days in Lviv

I arrived in Lviv around midday after hardly any sleep on my delayed overnight bus. It was very windy as I walked to my hostel but I was enjoying the atmosphere of the city. It felt like a city that was yet to reach its glory days, stuck in the 80s. At the same time, however, it also felt like it had once been wonderful and grand, but those days were long gone and all but forgotten.

One of Lviv’s many monuments.


After checking into my hostel and having a little lie down I went out to explore. I walked through the old town, through the main square, and up to Castle Hill, where there was once a castle but not anymore. The lack of castle aside, the top view point of Castle Hill offers 360 degree views of Lviv and the surrounding country side, a nice way to introduce yourself to the city but on this day I was afraid the wind was going to blow me back down the hill.

The path up to Castle Hill.


I fought my way back to the old town and found my way into Puzata Huta, just down the road from my hostel and a restaurant I’d read about online. It’s a bit like an old school canteen, you select what you want from each station and you pile it on a tray and then you pay. The food is delicious, super cheap, and all traditional Ukrainian food. There were soups and salads and meat and vegetables and my favourite eastern drink kompot (basically boiled berries). I sat and ate and used the free wifi and then went off to bed to enjoy an early night.

I didn’t end up having a kiev in Kiev but I did have one in Lviv which is good enough I think.


The next morning I woke to the sound of rain, and lots of it. Eventually I decided I needed to go out and see some things even though it was raining, I didn’t want the weather to make me waste my only time in Lviv. So I put on my waterproof jacket and off I went.

I liked this statue. It looked like it was crying in the rain. I thought it was appropriate.


My first stop was the café around the corner, which made me really thankful that I’d learnt to read the Cyrillic alphabet before coming to Ukraine because all the words on the menu were the normal English names for different coffees, just written in Cyrillic. I ordered a latte, and received something that tasted good but was no where near hot enough. This turned out to be a ongoing trend everywhere in Ukraine and eventually I gave up on buying coffee and instead started making my own instant coffee. Much better.

Ukrainian coffee menu.


I walked around the corner to the palace, which is now used as an art gallery, but the whimsical point of interest is around the back: a garden of miniature castles.

Mini castles!!


Out the front was an ironic art display of umbrellas hanging across the street. So many people, mostly locals actually, were stopping to take selfies with their own umbrellas.

Umbrellas that do nothing to protect you from the rain.


Next door to the palace I discovered a little market. Whatever it was I wanted to have a look because it was undercover. It turned out to be an Indian market, with dresses, jewellery and scarves and even little Buddha figures, singing bowls and incense.

I had no idea what to expect walking into this market but it was pleasantly surprising.


The rain was coming down even harder now so I figured it was time to seek shelter with some wifi. Unfortunately the wifi at the hostel was broken, so I ended up in Puzata Huta again. It turned out that the wifi there was also not working but I was able to pick up wifi from the juice bar next door. After a while a boy came over to me, about 12 years old, and he started asking me something in Ukrainian. I couldn’t understand but he was holding out a phone with the wifi options open. So I told him in English that the one he was trying to use wasn’t working and he said something else and I told him which one I was using and after it connected he said “thanks” and went back to his family. It was an enjoyable, multilingual conversation.

Dreary rainy street.


After about four hours of constantly checking out the window to see if it was still raining I was suddenly shocked to see that it had stopped!! I packed up my things and went to explore a bit more. I saw statues and churches and old soviet buses. Right across the road from where I saw the buses, however, was a bicycle ride share point, again giving that feeling of being stuck somewhere between the old and the new.

Vodafone sponsored ride share…

Soviet relic bus.


I somehow ended up back in Puzata Huta one more time for dinner before heading back to the hostel for more wonderful sleep until my alarm went off at 5am so I could get to the train station for my 6am train to Kiev.

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