I managed to get about 5 hours sleep in the airport, waking up every 20 minutes or so to change my body position and shake out the cramps and pins and needles which seemed to penetrate to the depths of my very soul. I then spent the morning and afternoon waiting for Josh to arrive from Beijing, and then as his plane was delayed I waited some more, and some more, and then finally some more. Eventually he arrived, and after a further 2 hours wait for the last bus into Vladivostok we departed. After the best part of 24 hours in that insipid hub it is safe to say that I have no plans to return anytime soon.
The bus ride to the town centre was fine, and we even managed to get directions to our hotel by a friendly local. The hotel itself was really nice, and the receptionist a great help, although he kept asking us to speak slower, and wanted to know why I had spent the previous night in the airport. After explaining it had certainly not been because of the culture that was on offer there he seemed satisfied, and gave us our key. Going out for something to eat, it was clear that not much was open, so we decided to fly the flag for capitalism and grab a ‘subway’. Walking back to the hotel we passed a number of Lenin statues, and I felt sure he would have approved.