(Steve Charlton, Special to The Denver Post) It was like a beacon slicing through the fog to guide a wayward ship through unknown waters. The sign read "London Pub," and I had to look at it for a few minutes to convince myself it was real. The words would hardly raise eyebrows off Piccadilly Circus, but this was Irkutsk, in — yes, this probably sounds redundant — remote southern Siberia. The lobby of the '70s-throwback Hotel Angura didn't exactly scream five- star property. However,...
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