Post thirty-three, Official Traveling Day six

We awoke—or rather, came to—in Lvov. Outside the city proper, at a pathetically provincial (this is before my unreasonable prejudice against Ukraine—I say “provincial” because there was a cow grazing on the median) “International Bus Station”. We took a poorly-marked (and incorrect—thanks crappy LP Eastern Europe guide) tram to the “center” to look for the famed real-coffee-serving Lvov-ian cafe (after 14 hours on a bus, it’s a matter of life-and-death). LP says “Lviv is known for and proud of its many cafes, where they serve actual coffee (not the Nescafé served in lieu of the real stuff in most former Soviet Union countries)”. Finally we found an art-nouveau cafe, then had a kebab, and returned to the station (via a charmingly confusing cab) to catch a bus back to Lublin, Poland.
Oh yeah. This bus. I feel like it deserves its own entry.