The combination of emotional goodbyes and all the stuff I left until that last minute, the anticipation of seeing Stick again, and worrying about getting through 3 international airports speaking 0 of the national languages meant that I didn’t eat or sleep properly my last 48 hours in Yantai. I knew it would catch up to me sooner or later, I just didn’t know how.
I was in the Moscow airport, when it occured to me that I was waiting in a long, cold line in Russia, and I started to giggle. And giggle. And I couldn’t stop. (I may have been the first person to think of Russian literature and get uncontrollable giggles.) When it turned out that I was in the wrong line, and I was accidently trying to enter the country without a visa, it just got funnier. And funnier.
The border control officers who escorted me to the correct line, though, were less than amused.
nope.
He just had the railway end 30 miles early.
Or was detained by police in connection to a murder.
or had a snake stuck in his head by some guy with glowing eyes in a flying pyramid.
:p
Good to know they took you to the right line and not Siberia.