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Communication
has been difficult to impossible since we arrived in Magadan.
The heart of the problem has been the Russian phone system. E-mail
depends on a reliable clean phone connection, preferably designed
to handle data at reasonable speeds. In the case of Eastern Siberia,
the preferred e-mail phone connection seems to be SprintNet. There
was no SprintNet local access number in Magadan. To use SprintNet
from Magadan, we needed to call long-distance to Vladivostok,
Khabarovsk, or Yakutsk. All three of these cities in the Russian
Far East have a SprintNet access line.
Unfortunately,
making a long distance call from Magadan is often like talking
between two cans connected by a string. We tried numerous times
to find a connection without success. Neither CompuServe nor GlasNet
could be accessed from Magadan through our Macintosh laptop, and
once we left Magadan, phones were all but non-existent. Many of
the most educated and worldly people had no understanding or concept
of e-mail. Fax machines were at the top of the communication ladder,
and a weak phone system made them difficult at best. To make a
long distance call out of the country, you have to place an order
with the operator and sometimes wait as much as two hours for
your call to go through.
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MAGADAN
February 8 |
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Almost
overnight, the bay encompassing the Port of Magadan has been completely
closed in ice. Temperatures down to -33 °F (-36 °F) have
set seasonal low records. Cold winds swirled the dry snow, reducing
visibility to zero at times. We are shocked to see how quickly
the weather here can change. Driving is treacherous. The slightest
gust of wind can create total whiteout conditions.
Since
our arrival in Magadan, we have stayed with Mariy Gorodinskiy,
a man of 67 years who has spent much of his life as a geologist
in the Russian Far East. The little English he spoke from his
worldly travels, combined with our few words of Russian and a
good dictionary, allowed us to spend many evenings sitting by
the fireplace in his cozy kitchen, learning about the area and
life in Russia.
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It
seems to be the custom to drink vodka with dinner, and this too
helped to break down the cultural barriers. He prepared Russian
dishes for us, and we reciprocated with the limited ingredients
we could find in the stores and street markets. Frozen chicken legs
and hotdogs from Alaska were common. Ice-cream cones sat in the
open. At 30°F, only the eggs were kept in insulated boxes
to protect them from freezing. Fresh fruit and vegetables were a
rarity.
February 9
Having
started the previous week on our paperwork, we formally decreed
Magadan the rubber stamp capitol of the world, surpassing even Cartagena,
Colombia and Caracas, Venezuela. Our interpreter and expert customs
navigator, Yuri Koudlay, maneuvered us from office to office and
stamp pad to stamp pad with the defiance of a matador fending off
a herd of Sunday bulls. He discovered a new and little known regulation
which will allow us to keep the truc k
and support trailer in Russia for one year without paying import
taxes. Interestingly enough, since we arrived by plane, the truck
and trailer were not in our passports.
After
three years of planning, we stood on the docks of Magadan's dilapidated
harbor, the frozen Sea of Okhotsk as a backdrop. Ice breakers
cleared a path for the FESCO ship Anatoliy K.. It had taken 29
days to reach Magadan from Tacoma, WA. A light snow dusted our
parkas as we watched the giant crane, like some rusting prehistoric
praying mantis, lower container 143236 onto the oil-soaked gravel
outside the custom's guard shack, releasing it with a resounding
thump.
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Unlocking
the steel doors, we cut the customs seal and swung them open. The
restraining ropes had held!!! The temperature inside the container
was -27 °F, but the big International turbo diesel roared to
life on the first crank. From experiments in California, we knew
the gear oil in the differentials had turned to a jello-like putty.
Even the transmission shifted like a stick in heavy cement. The
suspension was stiff as we crawled up the pot-holed road from the
port. The springs creaked as they regained and flexed their arc.
The
Turtle IV had survived the trip, and except for reinstalling the
vent, racks, and Packasport storage boxes on the camper, we were
ready to roll. Perhaps the real challenge was just beginning.
Tires squeaked in the powdery snow. We were driving in Russia
and headed west!!
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February
16
 With
the help of Sam Taylor and the friendly people at N C Machinery,
Caterpillar service and parts distribution center in Magadan,
we wereintroduced to Mizin Michael, Chief Engineer at Indigirzoloto,
a local trucking company who sent a convoy west every week or
so. They stopped overnight in Susuman (148° 08' East, 62°
46' North), and continued to Ust Nera (143° 12' East, 64°
34' North). We weren't too anxious to convoy on the one hand,
but everyone we spoke to warned of the danger in traveling alone.
We wondered if it could be so bad.
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February
20
 Now
we waited for word that the convoy was ready. The ice on the Bay of
Nagayeva, which contains the Port of Magadan, continued to thicken.
In the company of a Russian friend named Alexei, we hiked about half
an hour out to the middle of the bay to do a little ice fishing. Where
the tide had broken the edge into large slabs, we had to hop across
open water, but out on the bay, the ice was about 10 inches thick.
A special ice bore was used to make an 8-inch hole, and something
like a small shrimp lure was jigged up and down. The "pole"
was only 12 inches long. Fishing was not great, but the experience
was interesting. We were learning what a passion fishing is in Russia,
and perhaps a valuable way for them to put food on the table which
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February 23
After
several days of waiting and an unbelievable amount of bureaucratic
procrastination, we were finally able to get a three-month extension
on our visas, just in time for our departure.
Magadan
felt safe now, and we were enjoying the company of new friends.
A young couple invited us to dinner, and we learned how to make
a traditional Russian dish called pilmjeni. The young man gave us
a small ivory carving of a mammoth, and his father-in-law presented
me with a gold nugget. He cautioned not to tell anyone, because
it's illegal to
possess such a find. All gold belongs to the state. As I reached
to shake his hand, I learned my first lesson in Russian etiquette.
Never shake hands across a door or window opening. Bad luck!
It was 2:00 AM when the party ended, and our hosts walked with
us through falling snow all the way back to Mariy's apartment,
another Russian tradition. Now that the hassles are behind us,
it will be sad to say good-by.
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IMPORTANT
SOURCES:
FESCO
Agencies N.A.
614 Norton Building
801 Second Avenue
Seattle, WA 98104
800/ASK-FESCO
www.fesco.com
Indigirzoloto
4th km of Armanskogo Hwy.
Madagan, 685021
Russia
Ph: 77-677, 77-668
Telex: 145339 "Karat"
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Yuri E. Koudliy
Iscon Ltd.
79, Proletarskaya St.. Apt. 31
Magadan
Russia
wk (41322) 2-34-75
hm ph/fax (41322) 5-66-04
NC
International Co.
Rechnaya St. 79/1
Magadan 685021
ph/fax 3-18-18
ph 7-72-55
teletype: 145355 NCI
US Head office: Anchorage: 907/561-1766
telex: 49613533
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