I'm in Sevastopol and have 15 minutes in an internet cafe before getting on the next bus. We are staying on the beach near Balaclava on the southern most tip of Ukraine.

Last night I woke a few times and listened to the people staying up all night talking. I wondered how much longer before my alarm would wake me. Eventually at 4:15 the alarm started to beep and I begrudgingly dragged myself out of my sleeping bag, pulled on some clothes and met about 8 other keen but bleary eyed people from our group.

We headed along a little goat track that wound up and up and up. It was still dark as we left but the light gradually took over.

About 1 1/2 hours later, we stood atop a mountain watching the sun rise, the fog lift and gazed out over the majesty of the Black Sea.

On the way up I was wishing I was back in bed. I was wishing the girls in front of me were not so fit so I wouldn't feel so bad about being beaten by a girl.
But as I stood on the top and sipped my water, I realised that I felt fine, the struggle to get here was already forgotten and I could just bask in the glory of my surroundings.
I will try and write more later, I will send pictures when I get back to Rzhyshchiv.

Love Jono
Keep Looking Up

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