I just returned from Moscow this morning, after another train compartment with a Kreck-esque snorer...except this one I didn't know well enough to beat about the head with aged packs of tartar sauce (if you're reading, I love you Kracker.)
I'm back, I'm safe, I'm plus one fixed plane ticket home on Monday. I still don't have an exit visa. That's right ladies and gents, "it'll be ready on Friday" turned into, "we'll have it this evening (today)" Well, you Russian beaurocrats are free to bite me.
I've decided to go by bus to Moscow. The early train doesn't run in the winter, so I'll leave here Sunday night, with Kristin instead of Anatoly, and arrive in Moscow at 6. Get picked up by a taxi, go to the airport, get on a plane, wait 12 hours, get in a taxi, get on a plane, get off a plane, get on a plane, get off a plane in Dallas!
I forgot to mention the reason for the title, while I was in Moscow I wrote a couple of long diaryland entries in Word, and forgot them at my apartment. I'll bring them tomorrow, and update accordingly. That means you have to read them, cause I wrote them just for you.
Anyway, the trip was good, and I'm tired. Off to eat some lunch and relax and begin the lovely process that is packing after 3 months abroad.
~Boof