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Russai at last
After 4 hours wait at the Mongolian border we cross into no mans land and are welcomed to Russia at a lonely outpost. The border guards make each car halt so they can be photographed alongside this bizarre collection of wheeled transporation. We receive Russian driving licneces, insurance and plates for the car and set off. We were totally …
Into the Cold
... no offense intended. Alex picked me up at 10pm and got me to the train station. Here it might be worth mentioning that I am amazed that there are not more Formula 1 race drivers from Russia. The speed limit is an absolute joke and with those wide streets people take full advantae of all their horsepowers. We managed to survive that craziness and after loading up on some for me very important phone credit and data service, Alex literally sat me in my cabin on the ...
More Moscow
I can now say three words in Russian, Da (yes) Neuet (no) and Spasiba (thank you). We checked in to our tiny Vanilla B&B yesterday, just four bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom but really nice. Have spent most of our time here wandering the streets of Moscow. Have seen The Kremlin on Ellie and Mo's advice we didn't go in, just walked around the outside, it's pretty impressive! The Tomb of ...
Moskou
... van de avond aan bij het hostel. Na een snelle hap wilde ik het Kremlin en die ene kerk, die met die uientorens (omschrijving van Mark) nog zien die avond. En zo geschiedde. Werkelijk schitterend. Door de grootte van het plein viel de hoeveelheid politie per vierkante meter op zich wel mee, als je begrijpt wat ik bedoel.
De volgende ochtend lekker ontbeten. Mijn handelswijze de voorbije dagen (en nu nog trouwens) is om geen brood te kopen. Dit is erg droog, ...
Punched by a Policeman
... on a nearby chair. Soon, Jack returned alone, looking drunk and disgruntled and we both began picking at the food in a vain attempt to sober up. By now though the ex-KGB agent was well and truly drunk so, in spite of everything, I took my oppertunity to dig for some details.
As far as I could gather, from his bouts of emphatic Russian shouting and broken English, after being wounded by a knife the moustached man left the organisation to become a ...