Our World Traveling journalist, Mr. R.F. Burton got pretty real about Kiev in this little missive. Open your mind and eyes and read on…..Kiev – Entertainment for Men!
If the publishers of Maxim magazine designed a city, it would be Kiev. Kiev is a place almost exclusively for men. Now you might think I am simply talking about the over the top abundance of beautiful, Slavic women, I am, but that is not where it stops.
The architecture is solid and powerful, including one university painted entirely blood red; hotel parking lots are stuffed with Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Hummers; large, stalwart men with ear plugs and sunglasses stand in doorways for no apparent reason; and the food is hardy with thick soups, stews and carbohydrate stuffed portions. Even going to church is an indurance test as the orthodox congregations are required to endure three hour services… standing.
Kiev was a destination of choice as I had to make sure that I had covered my bases with my company. This meant including an Eastern European country in my initial tour.
I arrived clueless. I had never to been to this part of the world and, to tell the truth, had never really thought much about going. Harsh winters, harsh terrain, and harsh people with deep warbling accents were the pictures in my mind. Not exactly vacation destination one would typically choose. The fact that I grew up as a military brat during the Cold War meant that my view of the former USSR was tainted by James Bond villains and steroid popping female shot putters. What I experienced did change my view, but perhaps not for the better.
This place is one of many where the greatest challenges of capitalism are visible in every shape and form. Kiev is a playground built for a few rich, rich, people. In this city, the few rule makers who have ultimate control over many poor people. It is a place where political connections determine success or failure, where money is worshipped, and where many have lost the will to work. Instead, they spend their time finding ways to infiltrate that aforementioned world of the very wealthy through whatever means.
This discription is not mine but that of my local guide. She is serious business woman who I am pretty sure can take me in a fight, and she presented her views unapologetically. As she showed me around the city and pointed out its monuments with great pride, she colored her commentary with tragic accounts of historical brutality while cursing the government corruption and the deteriorating economic situation of today. She derided the gold digging working girls sitting at cafes waiting impatiently for their next text message, and she expressed a intense desire to get the hell out of Kiev. Suffice it to say, she left an impression.
While her account of Kiev may sound brash; don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it immensely. My hotel, the Premier Palace, was gorgeous and central to everything. With its classic 19th century design, a roof top beer garden and a (way expensive) strip club built in on the eight floor; well, let’s just say it didn’t’ suck.
I was taken aback by the beautiful, un-restored orthodox Churches and a unique Cold War outdoor museum where Soviet tanks had been turned into a child’s playground. I enjoyed the many street musicians and the beautiful part where “Big Mamma,” a Soviet era anti-Statue of Liberty, stood warning off potential invaders rather than beckoning the tired and huddled masses.
I must admit, even as tourist, I did get the cynicism of the place. Take the hotel. If one sits in the lobby for any period of time, you are likely to see numerous red faced, middle aged millionaires waiting with arms full of flowers for their twenty-something, supermodel girlfriends. All around is a clear sense that you are being watched because you are. Staff man every doorway, several at a time. When you steps out of the elevator they all turn to see who you are and where you are going. I am sure this to make sure you receive proper, 5-star service, but it’s still a bit creepy.
During my trip, I had a meeting with a woman who was a major executive at a local company and a clearly very tough business woman. However, when she greeted me in the hotel bar, she was wearing what amounted to a short, sexy ballerina like costume and high, above the knee, black boots that cut away as sandals at the foot. It is difficult to imagine the accumulation of influences that brought this person to dress in this adolescent dominatrix style for a business meeting, but, in a way she was emblematic of the city of Kiev.
Is Kiev a place on the rise or on the way down? It is hard to say. Kiev has become a destination for European men on holiday similar to Bangkok in Asia yet with a surreptitious, darker edge. It is safe to move about and even elegant in some areas, but an strange underbelly lingers – a cold practicality coupled with a sense of entitlement.
Truth be told, I enjoyed my time in Kiev and achieved a greater understanding of this part of the world, eyes wide open. As for the entertainment value…I’ll let you be the judge.
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