I'm currently in Athens, about to depart the apartment of my amazing host Anastasia for the aiport, with a stop at the metro baggage check to reclaim by backpack and clean up the exploded jar of pickled peppers. Yeah.
This is the last blog I'll be writing from outside North America. There's still plenty more to come, since I've fallen so far behind, and most of it should appear over the next week. Then there will probably be some BLAH BLAH CRY WE'RE DONE CRY. And there's at least one special suprise coming. So we're not done yet, even though I guess we are.
Since the previously detailed adventures, I've been doing quite well, although unfortunately taking very few pictures. I spent a few days in Moldova which were something between a haze of alcohol and unbelivably relaxing and low stress. From there it was a 3 day monster train to Athens, with a 12 hour stop in Bucharest. Lukashenko made a bad call on that one--we should have spent a few days in Bucharest. Instead, I got in about 6 hours before I decided I was so fucking tired that I needed to sleep.
Athens has been amazingly chill. I haven't seen a single tourist sight, which makes me secretly very happy. I spent the first night at a hostel, which was full of drunk Australians. Then I spent last night at Anastasia's after some QT with her an Harrie, the team that also hosted Steve. It's been great, it's been real, and I'm ready to head home.
DEFENDING THE MOTHERLAND FOREVER,