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It is early morning as we fly towards Russia. The sun is rising just behind us in streams of orange & pink. Some passengers are still waking from their slumber as others watch their monitor screen to view their chosen movie or game. I have watched 2 movies since Perth. The first about a young man dying of cancer (which I seemed compelled to watch seen Robynne's beautiful daughter Catherine is suffering from ALL.) I slept for about 6 ...
... filled. All in the world is therefore ok. Very interesting. I will probably write about the people of Russia as we saw them when I have time. They are fiercely patriotic (as are most folk everywhere) and proud of their country and its achievements for what we would call the working class. They see ties with China, India, NZ and Australia too as far more desirable, and more natural than with the USA who they dislike with a passion, and I can certainly understand why. Today ...
... It was certainly more ornate that what we’re used to. I may even go as far as to say it was well worthy of the second most ornate metro station in the DK Eyewitness Book of Moscow’s 10 Most Ornate Metro Stations, but I could see I wasn’t convincing Roisin. She may have been taking a few photos to record the experience but she still had one eye on the impending escalator. Luckily for the World (and me) it wasn’t a long or steep one so with a huge ...
... with his group and after some loud
russian talk the asian man gave the water back. When they returned he
said something but laughed so I guess he wasn't too angry. Only then
did Paul decide to return and we decided to move outside now it
wasn't raining. It meant sitting on a hard wall and waiting but it
felt better then being next to the large group of men! Time passed
quickly though and soon our train arrived and we were excitingly one
... big enough as we bashed arms a couple of times (though without the force of a Chris O'Hare shove). At the turn I left him and galloped home. Garmin died, so I don't know the time, but low 19s is all, probably, after a 6:22 then 6:10 mile. Lovely, and the spirit is very similar, water and sweets for all at the finish, cool down in the sun and friendly waves all round as people left. Left for the next race, in the case of the Russians, for a snooze ahead of more athletics in ...