Belarus is Real
Our water at the hotel was cut off from 11 am to 3 pm. We could not flush the toilet, but at least there was a toilet to flush. Read further and you’ll understand what I mean.
Park Antics in Brest
We walked over to the amusement park where things were a little more amusing. It is so refreshing to walk at night. It stays light until 10 p.m. We hang out in the park in the evening when it’s cooler. And the hotel is only a five-minute walk. This is a dream come true for both of us. We don’t ask for much, do we?
Moe played mini-golf, drove a race car, then a bumper car, and bungee jumped. When she was driving the race car around a track this man yelled to his son to “get ahead of her”.
So I watched this kid give it all he had. And you know what? The boy did it. After trying really hard he finally managed to get ahead of her. Which was interesting because they both could only go one speed. The boy outmaneuvered her. It was fun.
There was also this skateboarding ramp complete with decorative graffiti in the background. I did not see as much graffiti here in Brest as I see in other parts of the world which is good. Warsaw is bad for graffiti. Why do you think there is not an abundance of this scribbling all over the walls of Brest?
She slid down the ‘Bitter Tsunami’ 26 times. Since there were hardly any kids there, the girl let her go as many times as she wanted for nothing. We played air hockey and rode around a track on a golf cart-like vehicle.
“Nobody knows we are here.”
We met a 17 year-old-girl named Anne who sold tickets in the park. She speaks English and wants to become an interpreter. I talked with her for a while so she could practice speaking English. She said that she never gets to meet anybody who can speak English. That’s true. As Lucy says, “Nobody knows that we are here”. It’s a forgotten country, not even forgotten. It’s unknown. People think that they are part of Russia and they are not.
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