My motorcycle arrived in Одесса via container ship from New York harbor. I finally took possession of it late in the business day on a Friday. I still owed the forwarding agent part of his fee. That meant I was stuck in Одесса until Monday. This was not a fate worse than death.
Одесса is a party town. I was elated about finally having my iron hoss between my legs. Getting it was an aggravation and stress for everyone, including Жанна and her language skills. I went out to play.
Жанна and I had a little tiff before I departed Киев to Одесса via train a few days prior. I had already decided the flat was hers. There were ten more days before the rent was due. I had left her a little money.
From my perspective, I didn't need Киев. With a motorcycle I could live in a small village or anywhere else in Украина. (Ukraine) The only problem was my big suitcase. That was all I left in the flat. I can't pack that on my motorcycle. I would need to arrange transportation to wherever I set up camp.
So, I called her to tell her the good news. Stress and trouble is over. It's party time. I'll be home before the rent is due. I'll get my suitcase. "Having a wonderful time - wish you were here," etc.
About a day and a half later I met her at the train station. My bachelorhood was over. It was to be a 2 up ride through Southern Украина.
I gave the bartender at my favorite watering hole a souvenir Wyoming license plate.
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