My trip to Russia yesterday was cancelled.
I went to the travel agency in the morning, to get my visa. My flight to Moscow was at 12:30 am, and I had to get my visa before 11 to get to the airport in time.
I didn't.
Nothing to do about that. You can't push Russian authorities. I jumped on the plane back home. We're trying to reschedule the trip to Murmansk for next week, or the week after.
Today is a national holiday, the celebration of the Ascension of Christ (for those who still believe in fiction written 2000 years ago). Little boy and I went for a bike trip, though the town centre, and down to the harbor. on the way back home, we stopped by a small cafe in the old part of town and bought buns and coffee (for me) and Coke (for little boy).
So, I got a day off at home, rather than being at work in Russia.
That's perfectly fine with me >:)
(I took some pictures when we biked around on the harbor. The one above shows the Leif Erikson statue; you know, the guy who discovered America in the 10th (or 11th) century, almost 500 years before Christopher Columbus)
