Sun. July 19th
Hey everyone,
Sorry it’s been so long since my last entry. Nothing was happening and then BAM, all at once. So, this past weekend all the volunteers met up in Belakoreeha (I’ve probably spelt this differently at least 10 times) on Saturday. Of course, my city has to be the furthest away, actually about 5 hours away by bus. Even better was the fact that the earliest bus brought us to Belakoreeha at 12:30pm, even though everyone else got there at 10:30am. Dasha and I decided that we didn’t want to spend 5 hours on a bus only to stay in the city for a few hours and then do the bus thing all over again, so we decided to buy the return ticket for 5:45am on Sunday, even though we had no place to spend the night!
The bus ride there was a little interesting. We brought food for a picnic we were having in Belakoreeha, including a salad with lots of mayo (since Russians do not have salad dressing), which somehow got really thin. Anyway, I was holding the bag with the salad on my lap as I was sleeping on the bus. After about 2 ½ hours the bus stopped in one of the big cities for 35 mins, so Dasha and I decide to get up for a stretch. I lifted the bag and saw a bunch of white stuff all over my black shirt, and was thinking “what the heck was happening while I was sleeping?” before Dasha said “Oh God, the salad!” I lifted the bag and there was this mayo dressing ALL OVER my shorts, forming a puddle on my lap and still dripping from the bag. I start screaming and went to move the bag to the aisle, but I was in the window seat and Dasha was in the aisle seat, so it had to go over her. She starts screaming because I almost got it all over her. It was a Kodak moment. Here we are on a bus with about 30 really serious Russians and we’re yelling back and forth and covered in mayo.
Finally we got everything fixed (I.e. we shoved the bag under the seat so it would leak on the floor instead of us) and I somehow managed to clean the pound of mayo off me in the bathroom so it wasn’t that noticeable (Dasha got very little on her), which was good since I didn’t bring a change of clothes! Once we get to Belakoreeha it starts to rain on our picnic, but we still had a lot of fun.
Once we saw Sarah, Wilson and Devan off, Isabel showed the town to Brett, Ted, Dasha, and myself. We ate at a really expensive restaurant (It cost me about $15, which is ridiculous for Russia), and meandered around the city until the clubs opened.
We went to this one club early, so we got some of the best seats in the house, and ordered champagne and sushi (I felt really yuppie, but its not often I get to feel like a rich kid, so I loved it!) to pass the time. After about the third bottle the action really started to pick up, and there was a bunch of Russians dancing by themselves on the floor (ya know, because they don’t dance together).
I got a kick out of watching this one guy who looked like he was having a seizure on the dance floor, but was actually dancing. There was this one really drunk girl who saw him dancing, studied what he was doing for a bit, and then began to copy his moves. She was hitting on him, but he just laughed at the way she was dancing and walked away (guess he doesn’t dance in front of mirrors much!). Oh… good times ^_^
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