Home for Supper

So we started walking the 18 km back from our camp after two days sharing door-to-door in villages in Russia. We were all exhausted, praying for wings to relieve our aching feet. Sure enough, up pulls this Soviet-era APC (tank/truck) with massive wheels being used by some loggers. They gave us (all ten of us) a ride back with them to their yard, which was directly behind our train stop. It would've taken us five hours to get there, instead, we were only five minutes late for supper. Also, one of the loggers ended up with a Bible! :)