The Top Fishing
Chapter 587 - 256: Itinerary Change_3

Chapter 587: Chapter 256: Itinerary Change_3

This was a plate of raw, thick fat slices that looked completely unprocessed, very fresh, and faintly shimmering with the sheen of fat.

"Raw meat?"

Lin Yang asked curiously.

Wasn’t this a bit too bold? He could understand eating sashimi or a rare Kobe beef steak, but how was one supposed to eat these raw, fat slices?

"This is called Salo, not ordinary raw pork. It’s cured with salt, pepper, and other spices and tastes great with bread. You should try it!" Ivan said, as he heard Lin Yang’s doubts, stabbed a slice with a fork, and popped it into his mouth nonchalantly.

"I’ll pass. I’ll stick with the sausage and cheese. Yue’er, you should try it," Lin Yang said, shaking his head and keeping his distance.

"Uh, I’m on a diet, and fat has too many calories," Yue’er said.

Yue’er, who had ordered the meal, didn’t expect the pricey Salo on the menu to be fatty pork. Even if she was tempted, she didn’t have the courage to try it, thinking it was some kind of Russian specialty.

It’s worth mentioning that the Russian sausage was very authentic, almost devoid of any starch, with each bite full of lean meat fibers. The flavor was slightly salty but very delicious.

Lin Yang, who hadn’t slept all night, was starving and started feasting on the bread and sausage.

Not a single slice of the fat was left, as Uncle Victor and his son finished them off. When it came time to pay, the cost was not high. The four of them had a hurried breakfast at the airport and spent less than 800 rubles, which is less than 80 RMB.

Yue’er went to pay, and they did not exchange any pretentious courtesies.

Through this simple breakfast, Lin Yang got an initial understanding of these two Russians. Compared to the Americans, who always seemed fake, the Russian men were very straightforward, never hiding their personal preferences.

After breakfast and about half an hour of waiting, their connecting flight finally arrived.

Having completed the check-in procedures, Lin Yang finally saw the small plane Uncle Victor had mentioned.

Indeed, it was a small plane, so small that it had only sixteen seats. God knows how long it had been in service; rust could be subtly seen around the door, and the passenger cabin was riddled with rust spots.

The age of the plane was one thing, but the rules were very strict and inflexible.

There were strict weight limits on passengers’ luggage, and it wasn’t as simple as paying a fine for overweight luggage on other flights. Overweight items weren’t allowed on board, even for a fee.

The reason Uncle Victor brought his son along to pick them up, despite one person being enough for the job, was to utilize the extra baggage allowance they had because of the extra person. Otherwise, some of their luggage would have had to stay behind, with no way to get it to camp.

Through all these complications, Lin Yang gained quite an education in adaptability.

After more than two hours, the small plane landed at a small airport in Soviet Port.

As he stepped off the plane, Lin Yang noticed the weather was even cooler than in Khabarovsk and instinctively crossed his arms for warmth.

"Our car is in the parking lot. Ivan, go get it," Uncle Victor called out, and his second son answered, soon driving over with an off-road vehicle Lin Yang did not recognize.

The front windshield of the off-road vehicle was reinforced with steel bars on both sides, from which much of the paint had peeled off, giving it a rugged appearance.

Lin Yang estimated the wheels to be at least 21 inches, covered with deep treads that made them look like tractor tires from a rural farm.

Their combined luggage and equipment seemed like a lot, but once loaded into the car, there was still plenty of space left in the trunk. To Lin Yang, the Russian off-road vehicle didn’t seem to be any worse than the BMW X5 he had once given his father.

Next was the long trek of over two hours.

Initially, the road was a fairly well-maintained asphalt surface, but as they approached a small town, it turned into a dirt road through the forest. Faced with the uneven road conditions, Ivan simply slowed down a bit and quickly made it through.

Having arrived in the small town of Soviet Port, the car stopped temporarily in front of a fairly sizable convenience store.

Uncle Victor reminded them, "If you like anything, you can stock up here. This is the last point where you can buy supplies. From here on, it’s a no-man’s land; apart from the camp’s regular supplies and personnel, there’s no human habitation for at least fifty kilometers."

If Lin Yang were alone, he might have made do, but he couldn’t let Yue’er suffer since he was with her. Regardless of what the camp had in store, he preferred to spend some money here to get the supplies in order.

With this in mind, he and Yue’er went on a shopping spree at the supermarket: yogurt, sausage, chocolate, juice, sandwich bread...

Lin Yang prepared plenty of all the interesting non-perishable goods, spending over 4,000 rubles at checkout and filling up two large bags.

After completing these preparations and nibbling on the warm bread, Lin Yang finally understood the true meaning behind Uncle Victor’s advice to have a hearty breakfast.

It was already one in the afternoon, and they were more than fifty kilometers away from the camp. Driving there would take at least an hour and a half.

.....

At two fifty in the afternoon, the off-road vehicle brought Lin Yang and his companions to their first intended campsite.

On their way there, they gained a deeper understanding of the desolation of Russia.

At one point, the off-road vehicle nearly flew through the forest, branches haphazardly blocking the path, requiring the sheer power of the vehicle to brush past. Only such a rugged off-road vehicle could drive like this—any more delicate car would probably have been scrapped after such a journey.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.