Contents • • • • • • • • • • • • Omega 58-25-49 The strippers at Omega come from. It is on just above, and one of the more upscale strip joints in Yerevan.

Pioneer 58-18-19 Hollywood Charentsi Chors Manhattan 52-35-05 This place was open at the start of May 2006. It is conveniently located just north of on a side road off. Seeing the show costs AMD3000, a beer AMD500, all plus 10% service.

We offer you the best night clubs in Armenia. It is no secret that the majority of the strip club’s customers are males, however, these clubs also welcome female customers and even couples. The Omega club is one of the first strip clubs that have opened in Yerevan.

Thus a beer and the show comes to AMD3850. The girls are attractive and there is only a minute or so between the acts.

The acts are either bikini or topless. Charlette 27-70-20 Mirage 27-00-81 Delis? 53-21-68 4x4? 54-88-78 Royal 56-70-02 Maxim 56-71-81 Magic 44-23-00.

After ten months living abroad, traveling through Eastern Europe, the former Soviet Union and even parts of the Middle East, it's finally over. Tomorrow, I'm going home. Although 'home' is still a fluid term for me, since I am starting law school in a city I have only visited once, briefly, I am looking forward to being back in the U.S. On the other hand, I am not looking forward to a future of explaining that Kyiv is not in Russia, that Ukrainian is it's own language or any number of questions regarding world geography.

Although I expect law students to be smarter than the average American, even bright Americans have continually shocked me with their ignorance of the rest of the world. In other words, coming home will likely entail some degree of culture shock. Living abroad has confirmed some personal suspicions - I will never be the kind of person who is happy staying in one place.

Already, I am planning my next escape at winter break and an international internship for next summer. Hopefully, my career will lead me abroad and allow me to continue my slow, but methodical adventure across the globe. Tonight, my last night in Kyiv, we went to the outdoor, ethnographic museum outside of the city, Perehovo, to celebrate Ivana Kupala, a traditional Ukrainian holiday celebrating blossoming of nature (really an old pagan holiday). The museum itself dates back to Stalin's era, lying on a large territory, with homes and churches transplanted from all regions of Ukraine (as part of an attempt to salvage Ukrainian culture that would have otherwise been decimated by Stalin's five year plan). In any case, we expected a fairly mellow and uneventful evening.

Traditionally, women wear flower wreathes on their heads and men drink 'samohonka' (moonshine) until they find the courage to jump over the bonfire. Not sure when the festivities would begin in earnest, we wandered off the beaten path to find some blossoms suitable for wreath weaving. Suddenly, we noticed a large crowd of people ambling down the path near our clearing, led by the President of Ukraine, Victor Yushchenko. Of course, chaos ensued. We joined the crowd, clamoring to get a better glimpse of him, following him to the pile of wood and branches that would be the evening's bonfire.

Although he had an extensive security detail, it was still shocking to be able to stand so close to him. (Kinda makes you understand how his poisoning was made possible.) We spent the next hour or so waiting for events to begin, but his presence made anything other than standing around, trying to get a picture of him impossible. Of course, in typical Ukrainian fashion, we got totally and completely lost on our way home, since 'remont' closed down several streets and clear signage has yet to come to Kyiv. We finally made it home, about an hour later, which gave me plenty of time to take one good, long last look at Kyiv. Although living here has exasperated me at times (ok, often) and made me long for home, I will miss its sullen faces, uneven sidewalks, lively markets and musty smelling metro.

The night train to Baku was surpisingly painless, although my standards have gotten pretty low since first moving to Ukraine back in September. Despite having tickets in an SV kupe (first class), our compartment looks like a regular kupe, only without the top bunks. Amazingly, we still have to pay for sheets and there is no toilet paper in the WC. Having heard horror stories about long delays during this particular trip, we stocked up on tomatoes, cucumbers, fresh herbs, dried fruit and lavash at the market in Tbilisi. For entertainment, we bought some chacha (Georgian hooch) and homemade Georgian wine, both of which were awesome and helped pass the time. Despite long delays at both borders, totaling about 5 hours, we made it to Baku on time, around 9am the next day.