There was a nice pedestrianised section of streets behind this main church and we found a bar for a drink. Jon, Linda and I shared the now familiar 'champagne' but there was no alcohol free for Mike. Our next bar did have alcohol free and Jon used a translating app on his phone to communicate with the barman. They only had mushroom or crab flavoured crisps. We've had the mushroom ones before. Linda and I had though they were quite nice but as the boys didn't like them we declined. A few minutes later the waiter came back with a phone and showed us the screen. 'Firm salty crackers' was dispayed. Having no idea what this could be, but having established that we wanted to remain vegetarian we decided to give it a go. 10 minutes later a dish of strips of bread fried in garlic butter and sprinkled with fresh dill and parsley was served with a side dish of sour cream. Perfect. A 17 year old busker approached playing his violin. He could speak a little bit of English and played us a classical piece of music he had composed himself.
From there we cycled back towards the housing estate opposite the coach park and started our search for the pizza restaurant. Jon performed his praying manoevre for a pedestrian and pleaded for pizza. She understood and pointed down the street we needed. The restaurant was at the base of a tower block and there wasn't a word of english printed anywhere and the staff couldn't speak any either. One of the lads behind the counter banged hard on the wall with his fist. Like a genie from the lamp the duty manager emerged from the other side and she spoke english. She meticulously wrote down our order but of course when it came to mine I hadn't decided what I wanted. I asked what their most popular pizza had on it. I ordered this but asked to go without the chicken. It was delicious. Bacon, sweetcorn, mushrooms and sliced tomato on a base of sour cream and sprinkled with fresh dill and parsley.
An excellent night out had formed a great send off for our last night in Belarus.
Remember I mentioned that we were parked close to the railway line? The trains rumbled past all night, some of them made the whole van vibrate. I got up the next morning to take a picture of one of these monsters. The engines and rolling stock looked ancient and it would be good to have a visual record of how close they were. Not one train went past before we left. Sunday engineering works?