finally i got my hands on translating another part of Omin's story. Here it is:
Although I intended to write only about the concerts, I simply can`t avoid some facts about our every-day life, generally because the trip from Melitopol to Sevastopol could be compared to some extreme sports! Having escaped local Melitopol scallies we left the town. Only after that, at some gas station we could safely stop to catch our breath and freshen up a bit--we left right after the gig and were all sweaty and dusty. An opened (!) functioning (!) loo was a very pleasant surprise! By the way, one can write a whole story just about loos! During the whole trip we had some problems with that fascility. But another author will probably touch upon that subject in his story.
Of course we expected that this particular trip won`t be an easy one but not THAT much of a hell of course.... We passed about 500 km in 11 hours! Endless 11 hours of jolting, snoring, smelling of sweat and socks, bad language and roaring Ukranian radio! Some were luckier--they fell asleep

. Since I didn't - I got the unique possibility of enjoying the full range of those delightful "entertainments" being as sober as a judge and trying to booze myself into sleep. It didn`t work though. Occasionally there appeared an interlocutor, usually among those who woke up swearing as hell close to the ceiling right after the bus hit another bump on the road, or a rucksack fell on someone's head.
Once or twice everything went really quiet and I could doze, but these were rare moments. So we jumbled like buffoons in silence and darkness occasionally waking up and still half-asleep muttered something like: "When will we arrive? Fucking hell!" When it became clear that we were only halfway through....fell asleep in horror!
Hosting in Sevastopol was a dream come true! Separate rooms! Loos! Shower!!! Not one but three!! Here I had an opportunity of falling asleep and so I slept half of the day!
I have to say that the gig in Sevastopol was the best one regarding organisation: great venue, professional equipment, everything was exceptionally well done! But there happened to be neither coffee nor tea at the bar! Pity.
About the gig then...there are loads and loads of reviews: positive ones and not really, but my personal opinion is that this concert was a success. However, I could see it again: people strolling in and out all the time and by the end of the concert there weren't many people left, but we were used to that already. The rest of the audience looked not exactly dull, but after the "storm" in Melitopol everything was a bit calmer. Nevertheless we tried to do our best quality-wise by playing the longest set that exceeded one and a half hours. The audience LISTENED and it was a pleasant thing to realize.
Actually, if you ignore the local peculiarities then it's rather obvious that audience in Sevastopol is similar to that of Moscow. It's tough to amaze or inspire them unless people are there especially for your band.
After the gig we signed the posters, those who wanted took pictures with us, chatted with other band members, everything went quite heartily.
The next day the volunteers spent climbing the Cremea mountains and swimming in the sea, which was, by the way, very cold.
We sort of overdid it with such outings since we were back very late and it was already time to load the bus and head to Odessa. It meant that we would be having our rest while a night trip again jumping on the ukranian roads like kangaroos.