Toothbrush in hand, I packed bags, tightened my shoelaces and said goodbye to the hearty crew who had treated me to so much of their hospitality and warmth, listening calmly to my humble attempts at talking philosophy and turning up the steam in the radiator.
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| Farewell Russia. With Ananya Bhakti and Arjuna |
Bags loaded, we hopped in the Tilak-wagon for our run to the airport. It was a good two hours in traffic, I was told, so we left early. Prithu had to catch the overnight choo choo train back to Petersburg. So we said, Do Svidanya, Adios, Goodbye, Sayonara, and dandabats. It was time to complete the links in the chain and fly Moscow-Bangkok on the great Trans-Aero airline.
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| Moscow Nights |
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| Traffic around Red Square |
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| Stuck in Traffic |
With ice on the road and the Tilak Wagon stuck in traffic, the clock was ticking. Would we make it to the airport on time for the great 747 jet of the famous Trans-Aero? Or would we sleep in the airport, waiting hopelessly for a flight out. Tune in tomorrow. Watch this space for updates. See you soon.
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