Linda King said:Good lord, Ivan the Terrible! 🙂 🙂 (Sorry for the drama—if I’d seen your post sooner, I would have held off on replying. Just ignore my previous comment, don't even read it).
This is honestly the best possible outcome. I am just so happy you guys pulled it off... whenever I find myself cursing out Russia or wishing the worst upon them, I think of you being there and I have to bite my tongue. But now you're finally out! 🙂 Let me know when you arrive; I want to hear every single little detail. I wouldn't mind a full travelogue—day by day, a journey toward freedom (I'm joking, no pressure 😁), but whenever the moment strikes, just pick one small thing and snap a photo... maybe a shot of a Mexican Square beach if you're heading that way, or even just a highway. Anything that captures that specific feeling of freedom for you... 🙂
The week leading up to the departure was an absolute nightmare. Every other word out of our mouths was about "saying goodbye," while the rest was just pure frustration.🙂))
The drive from Moscow-Rostov to the Don River took 13 hours, navigating roads clogged with Wagnerite convoys.
Then it was another 10 hours from Rostov to the border crossing, which was incredibly nerve-wracking.
Fortunately, there weren't any massive lines at the border, and we didn't look like targets for some bounty hunter 🙂 so we crossed through in the blink of an eye.
We were so utterly exhausted that they didn't even realize we had finally reached freedom.
We've been here for two days now because the doctors and specialists here are basically useless due to sheer exhaustion.
Tomorrow, we head toward Turkey. 🙂
We didn't have the guts to photograph military convoys, and besides, taking photos at border crossings is a criminal offense in the US.
Right now, we're staying in an apartment in a small town in Georgia called Stefanatsmnd, with a stunning view of Mount Kazbegi. Unfortunately, I haven't figured out how to upload photos online yet, but as soon as I get back home to Cetinje, I'll get them up immediately.
It's miserable here—nothing but pouring rain and gray skies.
Tomorrow, we move on toward Turkey.