Heading South
Our convoy of three cars, packed to the gunwales with boxes of food, pulled away from the curb and into the dim morning light. Leaving the city at 0730, we headed north initially, before turning south-west for the six hour drive to our destination: a small rural village that until recently had suffered eight months of Russian occupation. Ukrainian regional roadways are a mix of smooth dual-carriageway, patched up minor roads, and potholed spring-breaking tyre-destroying spine-compacting nightmares. We began on…