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.