Standing within the airport in San Diego, I started to marvel precisely how lengthy it was going to take to get to the city of Chita in Siberia. The mixture of a vodka hangover, three flights, one practice experience and a soar over the worldwide date line didn’t assist. At first look, it seemed like a complete of two days, which wasn’t dangerous for going to the opposite aspect of the earth.
I ought to have paid extra consideration in math.
The itinerary for getting from San Diego to Chita learn like this:
1. Fly from San Diego to Seattle.
2. Meet charity consultant and different professor.
3. Fly from Seattle to Anchorage.
4. Fly from Anchorage on Aeroflot [gulp] to Khabarovsk, Russia.
5. Take practice from Khabarovsk to Chita.
How dangerous might or not it’s? Very, very, very dangerous. Did I point out “dangerous”?
The flight to Seattle was no drawback. I met Tom Dickinson, the founding father of Siberian Intercultural Bridges, however we couldn’t discover the opposite instructor. Seems the flight to Anchorage wasn’t until the following morning, so it didn’t actually look like an issue. Round midnight, our angle modified and we had written off the instructor.
At eight a.m., Grea Waters from Kentucky seems out of the Seattle mist. Now we have our second professor and he speaks fluent Russian. This can be a large reduction as I had spent loads of the earlier night considering my Russian abilities. That’s to say, I had none. I couldn’t even pronounce the title of metropolis we’d land in, Khabarovsk. I almost had a panic assault throughout the night time after I bolted up in mattress upon the conclusion that I’d haven’t any means of understanding the best way to get to the practice or when to get off. You see, the Russian language is predicated on the Cyrillic alphabet. There is no such thing as a technique to wing the Cyrillic alphabet. For instance, the letter “y” is pronounced “ch” as in Charlie. I used to be in particular bother. Would the remainder of my life be spent using round aimlessly on trains? The continued grinning of Tom Dickinson didn’t make me really feel any higher.
Our flight from Seattle to Anchorage was uneventful. Sure, we flew Alaska Airways. Whereas ready for our connection in Anchorage, two ideas saved operating although my head. First, isn’t Aeroflot the airline with all of the crashes? Second, how did a person from Kentucky grow to be fluent in Russian? I imply, what about his accent? I used to be feeling much less assured about my translator and determined to analyze. I began rubbing my temples when he advised me that he had by no means been to Russia.
Alas, there was no turning again. Belief me, I attempted. However that’s a narrative to be advised in Half Three of this nomad journey journey sequence…