Right at this moment, I’m having dinner at the lovely Moloko & Med (Milk & Honey) in Vladivostok. Nothing as fancy as my St. Petersburg repast – just meatballs and fried potatoes, but beautifully prepared and very tasty. It seems somehow appropriate to mark my last full day in Russia in a way that mirrors one of my first, thousands of miles away from here.
It’s been a long, strange trip. A couple of 3-4 day train trips, interspersed with smaller journeys and memorable moments. Wandering around Gorky Park at sunset, being footsore on Nevsky Prospekt, diving into the chilly waters of Lake Baikal and catching two sunrises in one morning in Terelj National Park in Mongolia. Here in Vladivostok, I’ve mostly been enjoying the experience of just being here, but the half-built form of the Golden Horn bridge that dominates the city has provided some memorable views and moments of its own.
Tomorrow, all being well, I’ll hop on a ferry to Korea, then Japan. (If all isn’t well, I’ll have 24 hours to come up with an alternative exit before my visa runs out.) A very different experience to what has come before, I suspect, but one I’m really looking forward to. One thing that this trip has brought home to me is that a bit of open-mindedness and adventure can take you a long way. (That and the advantages that fate brought to make this trip possible, but it all works together in the end.)
That’s enough for now. Dessert is on the way, then I have a hill to climb and a sunset to watch. Should be a fine way to wrap up this leg of the adventure.