In the afternoon, we went to see a museum in the nearby town of Beregovo, but it was closed. So we wandered around the center for about an hour. This was the Hungarian district and had a lot of old building with plaques in Hungarian and other languages. This part of Ukraine was originally part of Hungary and then Poland. We talked to a few natives who spoke some Hungarian for us.
I talked to Elena the whole time and another interpreter (whose name I forget now) and an English teacher named Anna. Elena is from Izmail, a city on the border of Romania and is a member of a Presbyterian church. She knew Mykola Faryga before he came to the United States. Mykola was a member of my church in Orlando – a protégé of R.C. Sproul, who is now in Kolomyia, a city in the Ivano-Frankivsk region of Ukraine, getting all of Sproul’s books and many Reformed classics into the Russian and Ukrainian languages.
While waiting for the bus, I took a video of some Gypsy boys who were begging on the streets. Gypsies can be dangerous, but Elena wanted to give them some dried apricots to eat instead of cash.
We had a night service and I had my first full night of sleep in four days.