Well at least it's something different from what they've got in every other airport.
I said goodbye to Russia, toasting the birch trees with straight vodka in my hand and straight beauty in my heart.
The landscape changed as we crossed the border, heartbreaking to be saying goodbye and inspiring to be seeing the craggy rocks and grasslands yurts (Gers here) dotting the fields. Real mountains appearing.
On the border there was some passport confusion. I entered Russia on my Australian passport and needed to enter Mongolia on my US one. Mongolia has no visa requirements for USAians. But apparently has recently instituted them for other places due to poor performance for them at the ASIAN conference.
So anywho I had a brief discussion in point with the border official
Hmm your passport doesn't have an exit stamp from Russia
Oh that's okay it's in this passport
Oh ok I'll just stamp this passport then
No you want to stamp this passport
I don't think I do
No really
So I get across the visa thing and she goes away, and comes back some time later. I am at this point in bed. Which means I have no bra or shoes on. She asks me to come with her and I do, thinking we're going to another car.
So we exit the train. She points at my feet. I shrug. I was in bed yo but it's no good going back now. So we go to some office about 6 train cars up from mine in the train station and she talks the guy through my predicament and he basically says he doesn't want the paperwork and he'll stamp my US.
None of these convos are had in English mind. So she sends me back out. The train is starting to make those exhaust releasing about to go noises. I fast walk towards my car contemplating that while I don't have any money or you know underwear I am clutching a passport so that will come in handy if I'm left at the border. I try to get in the car before mine. It's locked. I try to get in my car. The stairs aren't down but there's a soldier there who pulls me up onto the train. It goes within 5 minutes. Jes is poking her head out looking for me.
We coast into the Mongolian night and in the morning the landscape has all changed. We are somewhere else.
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