The content of this post is an adaptation of an original text written by Guy Laliberté.
May 26, 2009: Leaving for Baikonur to help with launch of Soyuz TMA-15.
The flight from Moscow to Baikonur is about three hours long. Once at Baikonur’s airport, we have to transport the luggage to our minibus under a blazing sun.
It’s like we’ve arrived in the Twilight Zone, with a small police station housed in an old bus; camels sharing the road with cars; and a left lane which allows vehicles equipped with a special permit to pass everyone else!
We check in at the aptly-named Sputnik Hotel where the air-conditioning works so well we forget it’s over 30°C outside!
After checking in at the hotel, we visit the facilities where I’ll be quarantined for two weeks prior to lift off. The place is very ‘zen’ and resembles a small botanical garden. Now, I love gardens, so I felt enveloped and could easily see myself taking peaceful walks around it. I became even more emotional when I imagined my children and my love coming to visit me when the time comes, if they are granted permission that is.
There are several long paths lined with trees, with a sign in front of each and every one of them. This portion of the garden is home to a beautiful symbolic tradition. Indeed, every member of each Soyuz crew plants a tree before their launch. Their name and the date are affixed to it. Since we can choose the type of tree we want to plant, I thought it would be a great idea to plant… hemp! Oops!
After the visit, we ate supper at the hotel’s cafeteria. Dinner was followed by an impromptu cocktail where I became acquainted with several members of my new posse. What a fascinating world!
The next day, the gang and I returned to take the elevator, which took us all the way to the top (the astronauts’ cabin). Out of respect, I did not touch the shuttle, but I sure took a good look at it!
To think that in just a few months, I’ll be taking that elevator again, this time, to climb aboard the Soyuz…
It was incredibly hot! The effects of the heat were made worse by mosquitoes. It must be like a furnace inside an astronaut’s flight suit!
The timing was super for me… That day, we were accompanied by an African whom the Russians thought to be a famous star. They all wanted to have their picture taken with him which, in turn, attracted the media’s attention and allowed me to move along incognito.