Cold Turkey in Russia

Language is hard. Especially if you have to translate character sets, and you are learning from a book. I am up to hi! and thankyou so far. And I just forgot ‘hi!’ again. Russians are so good at speaking Russian. It really is a sexy language to hear. (Even when not from the lips of the 8 foot tall ladies who work at the hotel. No not that kind of ladies. I was quite relieved when there weren’t any such ladies at the hotel bar when I woke up dehydrated and hallucinating at 4am today, and went in search of sustinence more hearty than the Cadbury’s cream egg I had scoffed before I passed out. No mafia types either, or soldiers in the bar.)

Had some kick ass flying dreams last night. must try hang-gliding. These followed my fighting plague (isn’t everyone terrified that their health is going to fail them in a foreign land?) dream, and my ‘oh my god when will these hallucinations stop dream’ Quite vivid.

Familiar London last weekend before departure. Abuse body, sleep as little as possible so as to cram in as much chimping and gibbering with chums as possible. Wake up in cold sweat on plane. Confused, jet-lagered.

Check in somewhere.

sleep for 18 hours.

Different part was wandering around in the snow. Instead of on autopilot, having to be super aware of every odd letter on the street signs.

I thought I had a huge result with my 20kilo backpack, when I saw a metro station that in my ‘simplified Cyrillic’ looked like Mockbar station. And it had a McDonalds next to it. So I assumed I was in the middle of town. But no. apparently there is significance to the letters I can’t put a name to yet, and I was 6 stops and a change from where I wanted to be.

but that didn’t stop me taking 9 stops and 4 changes to get there, oh no. I was getting my value out of the metro. Which is great. The stations are better than the hotel lobbies in most US hotels. Yet the hotel rooms, aren’t as enticing as the subway in New York.

another top tip. Don’t eat a curry in the Fire Station near Waterloo in London. It’s shit, and you I could make better out of a packet. And if you’ve ever tasted one of my tuna, pasta, vinegar, lemon, sweetcorn, chile, minced beef dishes, you’d be terrified at the idea.

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