Sochi
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Krasnodar
Off the train I had only a vague idea of how to get to my hostel for in the excitement of winning Olympic hockey gold I'd forgotten to sort it out properly. Anyhow my half bus instructions seemed to bring me near where I wanted to be but I couldn't find the actual address. I asked a passerby who indicated the entire massive building complex with thirty storefronts beside us then carried on. On the corner were vagrants and throwing caution to the wind I asked the group. One lady pointed down a sketchy back alley and I followed her finger. If the alley was sketchy the back courtyard wasn't even an outline. Still not sure where to go I figured a sign above the well graffiti tagged darkened entrance to a hallway might say 'hostel'.
I took it then dared myself to go up the unlit stairwell covered in paint. Two floors up the same letters adorned a door and I tried it. Inside was a large open floor covered in dust and scattered furniture. Two people who may have been painting or autopsying bodies pointed me around back. Proceeding with caution I saw a room that seemed promising and I went right in. The guy in this "Art" gallery didn't speak English but lead me one more hallway and turned me over to the hostel.
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