1/10/2020, Moscow, Dragon
I set out as scheduled at 2:00 am, only to find that I was three hours and a half ahead of the flight. As soon as I lined up before the stand, I was aware that I was being sunk in the sea of Russian language. I had tried to learn some basic Russian words, but the fact was that I couldn’t recognize them at all in the whole sentence. Another thing to my attention was that although everyone was speaking Russian differently, they had one thing in common: I just couldn’t understand.
Regret emerged when I had to clear almost everything out to get through security check. To my sadness, I had my laptop dropped when I put them together again, which caused a scar on it. Tired from the exams two days before, I felt the backpack was gradually getting heavier with every step I took. What made things even worse, the elevator didn’t work at midnight. With no more than one hour for the plane to take off, I took a snap before my legs were tingling.
I sat by the window; an old man took the aisle seat. Clearly he spoke little English when I asked for help. Without much communication, however, he did me a favour and helped put my backpack away. To express my thankfulness, I said “I don’t speak Russian but thank you very much” via my smartphone. Before I could see his smile clearly, I fell asleep. The evidence was that every time the air hostess reminded me of something, I had just been woken from dream. But it was quite amazing that it was no more than 11 o’clock when I got to Yekaterinburg. Likewise, I left at 12:13 while it was only 12:24 when I arrived in Moscow.
There at the airport, I found one disaster to tourists: no one spoke English. Hardly could I find someone who spoke English, not to mention Chinese. Having something to eat, withdrawing rub, taking the express, I was struggling all the way from the airport to the hostel. There was already a Korean. We had a brief chat before he got out. After taking a shower, I was too tired to get out of the bed to hunt for food. Just at that time, I thought of the friends who were waiting for me to share pictures, to tell stories. Therefore, I made my way out with my camera.
I had rice at one restaurant and left my advice: “The food is delicious. But it will be better if there’s more of it”. Hanging around the central streets, I did catch sight of something which I had never seen. The cars run away without hesitation; the passers-by were speaking the way I couldn’t understand. So I didn’t stay outside any longer when it was getting cold. Anyway, today is going to be one of the longest days I have ever experienced.(24 plus 5 hours)