Customs and immigration was an absolute breeze once I got past the first lady to whom I passed my passport through a small slit at the bottom of a glass window. With all the horror stories from the internet swirling through my head I could hear my heart pounding as I waited. Then, without looking at me, she passed it back fully stamped and looked towards the next victim, B. Vladivostok is quite a charming city. If I were to make a couple of small corrections I'd remove the pack of wild dogs that we came across and I'd remove 8 of every 10 cars on the road.
5 comments:
Still laughing at the photo of you and the bearded statue.
Nice updates!
The picture of you and your uncle Sergey is classic!
Russia looks awesome.
Looking good John - Keep up the posts!
I bet you had a hard time tearing B away from those awesome weapons.
Classic photo with the statue.
Glad to hear they welcomed you with open arms ... and arms from the 80s. Bridget in an anti-aircraft gun - oil and water.
How is the food?!
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