I had waited on posting the Vladivostok post, hoping to get a picture of me at the end of the line--some kind of kilometer post saying I had made all 9288 kilometers. But, despite my asking around, there was no such sign. Alas, as I waited in line at immigration to get stamped out, there was a video showing, among other things, a guy standing just in front of that very marker. Too late.
The Eastern Dream has gorgeous bas reliefs of the sea gods as you enter, carpeting and air conditioning, a friendly, helpful staff ( like as cruise ship) a night club and restaurant, and all. Judy would even like it. Well, except that there are 72 beds in our stateroom.
Now, hold on there. That sounds worse than it is. They all have a little curtain to cover the bed itself. It should be fine. ( I have not gone looking for the bathroom. I assume they will have something!)
On reviewing what I wrote before.
Now that my suite mates have arrived, I note that I am the only one in the neighborhood over fifteen years of age, and the only male. This will be a scream!!!
And-still on edit before posting. I have found the bathroom for the 72 of us. It is worthy of a separate blog entry. So you will have to wait.
Anyway, I am sitting here drinking a San Miguel. I have only had a few of them in my life. They are good, but not necessarily extra special. The first I ever had one, it was a treat from some rich guy staying at the big international hotel outside of Kathmandu. He had invited Tom (my hiking partner) and me to lunch to celebrate our trek to Everest. So, I have always associated San Miguel with accomplishment of some adventure.
They use dollars on this boat. When I paid for the beer with a $20, the clerk gave me (among other things) a bunch of $2 bills. She was surprised to learn we don't actually use them!!!
Good bye, Mother Russia. I wish you well. I promise if I come back to see you in another 40 years, I will travel first class.
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