June 13-15, 2002
By the time we arrived in Korosten, Jan was starting to get her Russian ear back. At the train station, she quickly found out that there was a hotel in town called the Korosten and which bus to take to get there.
The hotel was acceptable even though, like Zhytomyr it and the whole town was bereft of running hot water. The hotel building was like a very run-down 60's style building. Boxy and uninteresting with lots of tiny rundown rooms. The clerk, however, was just as friendly as all of the Ukrainians we had met so far, except for taxi drivers.
Finding something decent to eat was a bit more of a problem. We never did find anything you could call a real restaurant but we did find a cafeteria that served up something hot to eat and a fruit and vegetable market where we managed to get something for a late-night snack in the room. Recognizing restaurants and stores from the street was always a problem. No bright neon lights here. You had to be right next to a place and peer in the door to be sure.
We walked quite a bit of the town and the interesting thing about it was that for a town with wide, straight streets it had very little vehicular traffic. The place looked a bit like a ghost town.
Here and there, we found concrete remnants of the former Soviet regime like this plaque urging the workers of the world in Russian to unite.