Setting off my sat nav was having another bad day, not finding any satellites. You would have thought with the amount of hardware sot into space over the former Soviet Union, there would be no problem in locating some.
Anyway, once I had some directions, I stopped meandering around the town, and headed out with a purpose. As I passed out of the town limits, I felt a little sad, I had enjoyed my time there, it seemed so very different from England, refreshingly different.

I decided to keep my speed really low, I did not want to get pulled over by the police again, I did not know if my luck would hold out for another encounter. As I rode over the rough surface, I was always heading into the rain clouds, I would be caught by a few seconds of rain or a little drizzle, but eventually had 10 minutes of quite heavy rain to ride through. As usual by the time I had found somewhere to stop to get out my waterproofs the rain had stopped.

A couple of hours into the journey, I decided I needed a rest, so I found a petrol station and pulled in for some fuel. This was a kind of comedy of errors, as all powers of mental arithmetic had left me, and I couldn't work out how much money I needed to give the guy so he would fill my tank. I started handing over some money, getting confused between different countries currencies, getting a receipt, handing it to the guy filling my bike, then going back paying more, until the tank looked full enough. Finally I had a full tank, but my bike was a state. The rain had obviously kicked up dirt from the road, and for the 1st time my bike looked like it was indeed on a long trip. I looked down at myself and I too had become filthy.

I left feeling a little refreshed, but had forgotten to buy anything to drink. Obviously I was thinking too much about the whole petrol station event as hey presto, I see a Policeman flagging me down. I could not believe this, I had been travelling at 30 mph for hours, and the one time I am not paying attention to the speedo, I get collared by the Police. The whole incident was another farce, I took off my helmet, he pointed at the speedo at 60kph, I asked for English he could only speak Russian. I was about to get out my money to bribe this one, but he really didn't look the sort, when he directed me over to the car where 2 further Policemen were waiting for me. 10 more minutes of pointing waving handing back and forth documents he didn't want, eventually, just as I thought I was going to be taken away, he gave up and waved me away. RESULT! I wasted no time, got my gear back on and headed off, SLOWLY!

Finally, after what seemed like hours (because it was) I arrived at the outskirts of L'viv, where it had only just finished raining. I headed into town on the slippy wet tarmac very carefully, I had read a book all about a guy who had come a cropper on the roads in this part of the world when wet. I seemed to be travelling uphill forever, and then the roads changed to cobbles, and tram rails set in amongst. This was like ice, and the traffic had come from nowhere. There were cars, trams and people on this ice rink all seemingly wanting a piece of me. The town itself is very pretty, with interesting architecture and statues, but I did not take any pictures as I was only interested in getting to my hotel alive, so I could get some rest.

The hotel was through the other side of town, at the top of the hill in kind of a bizarre 1 way system. I parked the bike and went to the room. The room was small and well used, so I showered and headed off to the bar, for liquid refreshment before bed.