Stalingrad Volgograd

... some miles in before spending the night. We stayed in Luobhny, which was a city in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the Ukraine. It was hidden away in the forest, and I think we were the first foreigners to stop there in a long time. It was safe to say we were the focus of all eyes. We hit the sack early for the big drive to the Russian border the next day. The roads improved as we came closer to Russia. We were expecting a battering so were delighted!

We ...

... midnight. About 20 minutes later, Tania's bag landed as well (different flight) though mine had decided to spend some more time checking out the sites of London. Thanks again goes out to Olga for keeping on the good people of BA, and the Domodedovo "lost and found", to keep track of where the bag (containing all my worldly possession for the next 6 months) was. Got a ride with Olga's brother back to her grandparents' flat which we were ...

... a bad shell-shocked way. He described his friend as "a very sick man, but if you don't talk to him, you'll be ok." Sergiy was also very interested in my personal life and in my penis size (in comparison to Russian penis sizes). He then went on to say "If I don't get money, I cannot sex people". After asking me for money, I fled back to my cabin ...