http://www.hotwired.com/Eyewit/Road/Siberia_10_29_2/part4.html (The Risc Disc Volume 2, 10/1995)But last night I fretted. Every vector pointed to disaster.
In the morning Shane told the Americans the expedition's last $4,000 had been stolen. We talked it over as the Russians gently but firmly steered us to the cargo hatch, where we slugged a fifth of Absolut, burned a dozen roles of Fuji, penned addresses for each other, shook hands, hugged, and pledged eternal friendship. Shane explained the cash shortfall and Otryabennikov said, "Don't worry, pay in September. We'll meet in Magadan and finish the barnstorm in San Francisco."
We hopped the freighter. Outta there.
