The heavens refused to put the top back on. It continued to pour all day. I Taxied it out to a petrol station around 1pm. It was nothing else but a station for Petrol to the slow trickle of vehicles that stopped to drink its fuel. The garage was manned by 2 guys. One who took the money through a hatch in the front window, the other who assisted the punters in filling up. In the 8 hours I spent waiting, despite the language barrier me on the 2 lads got on very well. I plonked myself close to the hatch rather than on the side of the road due to the rain. After 3 hours they unlocked the door and invited me in to the warmth to watch that sick channel with them.
Every once in a while a car would pull in, both would bolt out out of their trance and leg it to their stations. Punter assistant would gesture for me to sit down most of the time. If an EEC registered vehicle pulled in he excitedly ushered me outside.
It was a good system, the 2 guys really did all they could to get me a lift...around 9pm they got me my Trevor.
Trevor was sound...he wanted to chat but we both realised quickly that it was pointless, if a good song came on the radio we would both glance at each other with mutual respect for the tune... then laugh at the ridiculousness of not being able to communicate. Trev not only took me to Lviv , he drove me through to the other side of the city to drop me off at a Motel on the main road to Poland. He made sure their was room at the Inn then gave me a Euro 2012 pendant as a memento of mz time in the Ukraine. I had my jacket on for the first time...fortune mustered a 2 pound coin from my inside pocket.