Musings of an Ukraine Traveler

Upstream away from camp, Svetlana and friend squat Ukrainian fashion to clean fish caught earlier by the guys.	Even the young ones have a job. They brought in a good size bag of small pine cones for keeping the fire going.
Vasil and the guys take a break from setting up tents to watch a hot badminton game.	Vasil supervises the cooking of the fish and the making of the best fish soup I have ever eaten.
Wini washes her hands at this clever device. Vasil cut the bottom of a plastic bottle almost off and folded it back; attached the bottle with the rope; put soap in the folded-back bottom; water in the bottle. Wini merely opened the cap enough for a stream of water.	No fancy camping tables or stools --just a plastic cloth to put the food on, blankets around on which to sit and wonderful, wonderful tomatoes, cucumbers fresh from the garden and plenty of fish and fish soup.
	Wini with two of the young men who were leaders of the camp, but so helpful in getting Wini's nephew, David to Gretsiv and Wini's apartment.