Day 311: In Which I Desperately Need to Learn Russian

I'm in Russia! Yakutsk, to be exact. I'm a bit overwhelmed by the last few days, so this post is here to say: I am fine, somewhere in the middle of Russia. I have a bunch of stories to share about the journey over here, but they will have to wait until I'm a bit more settled in Cherskii. Tomorrow morning I fly to that final destination. Turns out its another location only accessible by helicopter (like where I was living in Greenland). This year, once again, is kind of ridiculous.

Russia is very...Russian.

Ah yes, the foot...the cast is off! It feels amazing, if by amazing we mean very painful and sort of gross. Photos soon, of course. Luckily its nothing to worry about - the bone is finally totally healed, and the doctor said I should expect pain for another 4-6 months. He also said as long as I don't care about the pain, I can do whatever I want without damaging my foot. The bolt is there to stay. So I guess we're good to go!

Well...there it is. Time to go start reading a Russian dictionary, because I've been unable to speak to anyone except for the hotel manager for the last 48 hours.