are old Spviet-era hangars that have been converted into a central
market. I actually ended up sleeping in one that has been renovated
into a low-cost hotel.
I was a mess on the bus. I went to bed partial-drunk at 2:30am and
was getting ready for the bus at 5:30am. Another gentle reminder that
I am far from 20 anymore. I was quite pukey-- felt carsick and
crabby, but so sleepy and generally busted that I managed to pass
out. I was happy to get off that thing.
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