Chernobyl (Part 1)
Ukraine Day 2. Going to the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone may sound like a strange thing to do. Its been a place of fascination for me for a long time, especially the ghost city of Pripyat, stemming from a passionate interest in abandoned buildings and dereliction. This must of course be balanced against the tragic story behind the zone and the dark legacy that will live on for centuries to come.
Warning: Monster post ahead. Get comfy.
A tour is the only way that outsiders can visit the zone. It is guarded and entry requires permits and passport checks. I booked a two-day tour through CHERNOBYLwel.come which cost 280 Euros including a night’s accommodation in the zone and all meals.
Instructions were to meet at a KFC outside the main railway station at 8am – for me, a half hour walk away. I’d booked my Kyiv apartment for the night I’d be away so that I could leave the bulk of my stuff there which enabled me to travel light. Couple of hiccups: I half-rolled my ankle in the apartment building stairwell, ankle seemed OK but I managed to give myself a minor leg strain; then I struggled to find the KFC before realising just on 8am that it was still a few minutes away on the other side of the station/platforms. Gah.
I was one of seven on the tour and joined a couple from England, two guys from the US, a guy from the Netherlands and another from Slovakia. Looking after us was our guide, Tania, and driver, Olek.
The zone is a couple of hours away to the north. The roads around Kyiv aren’t too bad (seem to be a fair few cobblestone roads though, for historical reasons I guess), but beyond they get worse. This was probably exacerbated by my back seat in the minibus which seemed to have a decent amount of spring action. The two days of touring was the bumpiest two days of driving I’ve experienced. So much so, it interfered with the app I’ve been using to get my daily distance walked. We did a lot of walking, but not that much!
On the way a documentary was played which was a good distraction. I won’t recount the historical events of the disaster, other than to mention it was in 1986 so 29 years ago now. I was in 4th form at high school and don’t have a burning memory of what was clearly a major event in world history.
The journey there was another interesting lesson in Ukrainian driving. Olek was very good but I saw multiple occasions of driving over the centre line and overtaking with metres to spare. To underline the relaxed attitude to safety, I noticed that seatbelts seemed to be very much optional for those sitting up front!
We arrived in the zone which extends about 30km to the east and south, but much longer to the north and west due to wind drift (about half of it is in Belarus). Here we encountered the first checkpoint with an instruction not to photograph any of the buildings or staff. There’s another checkpoint at the 10km boundary. Radiation scans are conducted on people and vehicles at both checkpoints when exiting.
It was a hot day, the Ukrainian summer making a comeback just for my visit. Not necessarily a good thing! The guidance for what to wear included long pants and top. I overlooked the top part and I would have heat-stroked if I’d had to wear my jacket so for most of the day I just wore a t-shirt. (Er, and jeans etc.) Given some of the places you get taken it’s inevitable you’ll brush up against foliage or something man-made at some point so covering all limbs is sensible… though Mum/Dad, I’m sure I’m fine!
We were taken to see a few memorials around the Chernobyl township (which to my surprise has origins back to the 12th century), along with a still-operating church, some local abandoned houses and what’s left of the port.
By then it was lunchtime which we had at our hotel after checking in. There are two hotels in Chernobyl town and we were at the ‘best’ meaning it has hot water and wifi. It was basic but absolutely fine and we were very well fed. Luckily I was able to get a room to myself though bathrooms are shared.
A full afternoon of activity ahead was planned.
Despite what you might think, the exclusion zone has many signs of life. About 3,000 people work here helping to manage the zone. This includes the nuclear plant even though it was ‘switched off’ in 2000 – it will take until about 2065 to clean up the site – as well as those helping to construct the new protective shelter for the reactor that blew up.
We then went to Pripyat, surely one of the eeriest and most atmospheric places you can visit on the planet.
Chernobyl was intended to be the largest nuclear power plant in the world. At the time of the accident, four reactors were operating but there were plans for 12. The city of Pripyat was built to house all of the workers and when the explosion occurred it had about 50,000 residents.
The call to evacuate came late, about 36 hours after the event, at which time radiation levels were a shocking 200,000 times higher than normal. People had a short amount of time to collect essentials before the largest bus convoy on earth transported them away. Pets had to be left behind – the most heartbreaking aspect for me – and a team of marksmen later traversed the zone shooting them. They were as good as dead anyway.
As one example of the permanent imprint left by the disaster, Tania – who would’ve been born some years after it happened – explained that at school, it was only by exception that students did not have a thyroid problem.
Pripyat is an incredible place. Heavily looted though; the buildings are trashed and what looters left behind, nature is slowly reclaiming.
Ignoring the looting, two aspects dilute the authenticity of the experience for me. Over the years various idiots have left tags and graffiti around the place; and presumably to increase photographic appeal, some scenes have been staged with props, e.g. toys, though judging by the extreme wear on them the majority would be relics from 1986.
Tania took us from place to place in this city where there is no birdsong, only the crunch of broken glass underfoot, as we ventured into the buildings that are relatively safe to do so. In the last few years a rule about not entering buildings has been introduced because of the instability of some structures. But all Pripyat visitors go into buildings, to my relief, and it made my already fantastic day off the scale.
Not surprisingly I used up my camera battery so resorted to phone-only for last half hour or so. By now we were in one of the schools and I could have lingered there for longer – but we had to get back for dinner at 6pm. All meals were Ukrainian and I have to say most dishes were delicious.
I had a drink with the New Jersey gents then retired, as did all of our rather buggered group. Those who tried to go to sleep early had those plans foiled when the fire alarm went off five times. One of the hotel ladies went door to door seeing if someone was having an illegal cigarette! Happy that it was a rogue alarm rather than anything to do with radiation levels, no one evacuated.
Distance walked: not sure but not 19.26km (see earlier reference to the bumpy roads!)
SO amazing. Thanks RoRo.
wow very cool post! awesome photos to follow as well!
Many thanks for that, much appreciated!
This is one amazing blog Hayley and you are so brave yet again. What a terrible terrible disaster. I remember it happening but reading and seeing these photos makes it so much
more real and disastrous. It is so sad and so sad about the pets how awful. Also incredible that the horses can thrive there. It is all quite heart wrenching and thanks so much again.
Doesn’t bear thinking about does it. Saw quite a few animals and chickens/geese though which I took to be a good sign.
Wow. Looks so interesting!
We got a postcard today too – thanks boss! 🙂
Jeez that took a long time! Thanks M 🙂
Been waiting for this one – just amazing and superb photography 🙂
Thanks Adrian! Hi from Zurich Airport – see you Tuesday.
Nowadays this area is quite polpular tourist target.
Yes, and it seems to have had quite a lot of media coverage in the last year or so. Not surprising really, it’s an incredibly interesting place and pretty easily accessed from Kiev.