Without many (or any?) other options we dragged our luggage back down the steps, onto the street getting us, our luggage, and our small paper map good and wet as we marched through Irkutsk’s street to our new home.
|Soviet-style stairwell in our new home.|
Dingy doesn't even begin to describe it.
|Not a lot of extra space in this bedroom|
|The unshowered German in the living room/kitchen.|
Jesse liked him a little more because he had a giant jar of pickles.
|The sauce of 1000 tears.|
Over my objections, the waitress cleared the complimentary ketchup that came with our fries.
I was forced to shell out $1.50 for this sauce for the chicken fingers.
Jesse still has not heard the end of it.
|Prego, where we ate our last proper meal for the next 72 hours.|
|The VIP waiting room at the Irkutsk train station.|