As I left my campsite heading for Khabarosk, a Lada Niva slowed right down and pushed me towards the side of the road trying to close the gap between us. The passenger window wound down and a man calls out to me “Are you a missionary?” Stunned I stopped my bike and shook my head “I am from New Zealand and I am traveling around the world by motorcycle”. I wondered where he got the missionary idea from. He pokes his head out the window once more “Are you sure you’re not a missionary?” “I’m positive!” I replied. “Well if you need a place to stay in Khabarosk, just find Adena Christen House” Before I could ask where that was, they drove away leaving me on the side of the road confused by the whole encounter. By the time I got to Khabarosk, I had decided I could pretend to be a missionary for one free night accommodation. Driving into the city, I find churches jumping out at me on every corner. There was no way I was going to find ‘Adena Christen House’ in this city...
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