We are now rattling along with smoke from the smelly diesel engine filling up the train. The Ukrainian country side zooms passed us as I watch old people rolling along on the back of horse and carts and farmers attending to their crops. It feels like I have stepped back in time to the 1950s. To celebrate us getting to the Ukraine we had a shot of vodka and broke out the Wispa (Only one left). This must be one of the first Wispa’s in the Ukraine.