Eventually I landed in St. Petersburg, with eight other American students, ready to start a semester abroad in Russia with the School for International Training. The only problem was, no one was at the airport to meet us. We waited. We bought a card from a machine, thinking it was a phone card. Perhaps it was, but it was for a cell phone, not a payphone. In the slightly crumbling but still awe-inspiring old terminal we finally managed to get a payphone to work, and called back to the program hq in the States. They said they'd call our academic director. We called back. Apparently she'd just been by the terminal and hadn't located us. We went back to the group, piled around our luggage, changed clothes in the restroom. Suddenly a young man with slicked back hair and a trench coat walked up to us.
"Welcome to St. Petersburg," he said with a slight accent.
Our adventures began...
At the moment, all I have time for is putting up the pictures. Eventually I get up some captions. Maybe.
Map of Russia .
Map Baikal Regian
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