The till showed fifty-six hryvnias and nine kopecks, so I handed over a fifty and a twenty note. "Don't you have one hryvnia?" the woman behind the counter asked, though her facial expression made it feel more like an accusation than a request. "Niet," I said, shrugging apologetically. "Not even one?" she tutted, reaching into the till to pull out three notes: a ten, a two and a one. "Don't leave your basket on the floor," she barked, pointing me towards the exit as the next person elbowed in.
Ukraine is many things, but one thing it isn't is Japan.
What's the largest note I can use every time I visit a supermarket during my trip then...?
ReplyDeleteHand over a 500 and speak to her in broad Geordie.
ReplyDeleteI'd be doing that anyway...
ReplyDelete'Hryvnia' sounds like a Star Trek made-up language word.
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