It's raining here today, and the port is grey. Vladivostok is an interesting town but definitely seedy and decrepit. Footpaths are riddled with potholes to snare the drunken foot of a night, plus they tend to end in odd places, then start again.
Work is going on all over town, every building seems half built, or semi-renovated, or sadly in need of it!
This place feels like the end of the earth, I have to say... and that's speaking as someone who technically lives in a country that many of the world's inhabitants would actually consider the end of the earth.
My Russian is sadly lacking ... trying to force myself to use it, rather than cowering in a corner yelling English words and hoping to be understood. Ah, I've only been here a day... the locals also seem kinda, well, bitchy? But I also have to steel myself not to care about them liking me. After all, what is the likihood I'll ever know what they think, let alone be back here?
Some advantages: the town is MUCH easier to navigate than Tokyo - all that running around trying to find the right subway lines and exits was getting extremely tiring in the Japanese capital. Here you can do it all on foot, but must keep a sharp eye out for said pathway-hazards!
The women here wear tonnes of makeup, I look very fresh-faced with my usual amount of cosmetics on. And they all stare and Isco and I as we walk around, do we seem that different?
Then there's the Eurodisco... but I think I'll leave Isco to wax lyrical-suicide about that.
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