The Russian Riviera is exactly what we thought it will look like. We were welcomed by palm trees and the smell of the Black Sea coast. Russia is showing us a new face, far away of a fat vodka-nose!
Thousands of kilometers later, we arrived in Russia and are having an enormous dinner. Propably the most Russian experience we can ever get.
We're heading to the Ukraine's mightiest port town, Odessa, and do some street skiing along the way.
Some Mariupol citizens will talk about a fun crew with an Italian number on the car for the next days maybe. Whereas we are talking about finally getting into the Russian Federation.
A short trip from Kherson du Mariupol, still travelling through the Ukraine, along the Black Sea to the Russian border. We found some distraction with vodka and dare games!
A second day in Odessa has started. We bribed the police with a Juventus tricot shirt, before we entered a complete parallel world.
On our way from Budapest to Romania we found a perfect spot to dirt jump on with the BMX.
Odessa, the coldest place we have ever been to cought our attention! We did some stunts in an abandoned amphitheatre and no one here bothers about things going on in Kiev.
I became partner in crime with east-european proably finest female street-artist, also called Miss KK. We are hooked with Budapest for other reasons too. See why!
After short stop at a sex hotel in Izmail we drove to Odessa. On the road there have been street dogs eating pigeons but we tried to keep the focus on finding a decent freestyle ski spot. And so we did!
The road had show us his friendly face far too long it seems. Finally the truth is coming through and he unveils his angry face. Welcome to Ukraine!
Exploring the roadside dirt tracks of Budapest.