When I was waiting in line at the Russian Embassy in
But I digress, as always. I got in touch with Charles (my neighbor at the dorm, with whom I had left my big bags) and went by to collect my things. After a bit of rearranging (and one last blini at “Nyam Nyam”), I worked out a why to handle all my baggage. In total I five bags – the big backpack, camera bag and rolling carryon that I left home with, and the little backpack and duffle bag that I managed to fill along the way. Somehow I made it to my bunk on the train, causes a number of odd looks and a few angry scowls. I even found a place for all of my things near my “platscard” (place) on the train.
I took the cheapo train to
I wasn’t able to check into the hostel into 1 pm, so I spent all morning roaming about. The place I’m staying is right on
This hostel, by the way, is awesome. It’s almost identical to the Aboriginal, the place I stayed in
I’m trying to get in touch with Ben, one of my friends from class in
Well, I need to get back to writing my paper for Elena. It’s horribly overdue. I feel bad about it. And I need to put together something for the SRAS people, who are using some of my