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The airport terminal was pretty industrial. That is to say, no effort was made to sell you fast food, booze, ice cream, “Khabarovsk Hard Rock Café” shirts or duty-free crap you really didn’t need. Frankly, it was a relief.
Russian customs worked pretty much
same way as customs at any airport. You grabbed your bags, bummed pens off of strangers to fill out forms and stood in long line with other tired travelers. Eventually, you got to
front of
line and tried to see how
person standing eight feet in front of you did it.
Unfortunately, my turn was also my first chance to experience
Russian language. I passed my passport, custom forms and visa through
little window. I also tried an innocent smile, which worked about as well as smiling at an IRS agent. Everything went smoothly until
customs agent started speaking rapidly and pointing at my customs form. Something was wrong, but I hadn’t a clue as to what. I turned to Grae with a quizzical look and he came forward to interpret.
All international travelers quickly learn a fundamental rule. The “wait here” line at customs is sacred. To prematurely cross
line is to commit an act of war. Russian customs was no different. Grae was loudly instructed to get behind
line and wait his turn. The customs agent then gave me a stern lecture. To this day, I can’t tell you if he was discussing my forms or
weather, but
tone was definitely stern. The lecture was capped by
universal customs agent expression known as “stupid foreigner…why did I take this job…I really wanted to be a painter…”
Eventually,
issue with
form was resolved. I would like to tell you that I took an active role in this, but I basically stood there while
agent grumbled and aggressively stamped
documents. I did actively pray that
stamp wouldn’t explode, but that was about it. Grae moved through customs without incident and we walked out into
cool, wet air of Khabarovsk, Russia.
To be continued…

Rick Chapo is with Nomad Journals - Preserve the experience with writing journals for traveling, hiking, rock climbing, fly fishing, bird watching and more. This story series is being created from journals entries in a Nomad Travel Journal.