All about: Vladivostok

July 18.
Vladivostok. The romantic feeling of being in a faraway place, even though it has been all too easy to get here. Getting off the ferry takes a while, and I sit in the corner brushing up my Russian with a set of notes I took in november, the last time I was in Russia. Passport ...
July 17. The ferry to Vladivostok.

An early morning-goodbye to my friends in Korea. I hop on the bus to Sokcho, get into the terminal and go to the usual cycles of waiting. Once I'm admitted to the rusty vessel (you should have seen the cardeck) I'm so tired that I crash my berth right away. The berth: they just ...