Flaming Head

We woke up late. I was surprisingly not hungover. The water came back on at some point this morning, and we finally flushed the toilets.

Jonas and I had sushi for lunch at a place called Хоккаïдо (Hokkaido) just to the right of the hostel, which wasn't cheap, but was still less than the same food in the US.

Around 4 Lidka, Peter, and I lit up the hostel hookah in the common room. We smoked for a while, and Lidka and I went out at some point to get some beer.

The night spiraled out of control from there. I broke out the Żubrowka vodka, two liters of it, and someone else brought out another bottle or two of other vodkas. Between Amelia, Chadwic, Jonas, Nina, the three Americans, a newly arrived Finn, two new girls who arrived for the night named Blythe and Kasie (from Michigan), Lidka and Peter and the third hostel owner Vova (Vladimir), we polished off about 5 liters of vodka. Then we went off to one of Lidka's favorite bars, Palata No. 6.

This place was behind a building, down some steep steps, and through a heavy door. The bartenders were dressed as ER doctors, the waitresses as nurses. They're famous for the straight jacket shot, where they feed you a syringe of alcohol while you're in a straight jacket. Cooper (one of the Americans) opted for this. I opted for something a little more.. Intense. It's called the flaming head.

They put a helmet on your head and lit it on fire.. While the bartender blows a whistle in your face and bangs the counter, he takes three glasses of different colored drinks and bangs them into your head, makes you drink them, in order. Then he breaths flames through your head behind you, and grabs the nearest large object to smash on your head while you try to recover from the alcohol. It was a keg. 3 times. And a wrench a few times too.

After that some people were too drunk and went back. I went with Amelia and the Americans and the Finn to Fazenda down the street, an underground bar (but on the second floor). I stayed for a bit, but left around 2:45 and took a cab for 30грн back to the hostel.

I stayed up with Peter and Vova until about 4:30 arguing who's people suffered more in WWII, Jews, Ukrainians, or Polish. It was drunken and wonderful.