I was alone in Ukraine. A mother of 2, a blogger, a South African who does not speak a stitch of Ukrainian and who was travelling in a war zone with zero friends or connections! It was during those first couple days that I self-diagnosed myself as stark-raving mad, however that kind of thinking did not make things better or change the fact that ‘it's too late baby girl, you’re already in Ukraine.
It was breaking news. Their Ardmore tea cups tinkled as their excitement mounted and they all nodded in agreement when Nora said in her most authoritative voice, “Ladies, I believe she has gone mad.”