Stranger in Moscow

Two posts in, and already the "using a song lyric for every post" plan starts to fall apart as we are reduced to post-Thriller Michael Jackson. Still, such is life. Louise will be posting the Moscow experience in full, along with the gory details of the first leg of our Trans Siberian train trip, when we arrive in Tomsk, something that will no doubt please Matt Greenough Esquire no end. Suffice to say, it's been a blast, albeit one that began at 7am at a train station festooned with aggressive beggars and pissed taxi drivers.

We'll "be doing the Kremlin" tomorrow (isn't that a phrase to make anyone that utters it sound like an utter tool?), before catching the 11.30pm train to Novosibirsk. We arrive at 1am two days later with nowhere to stay. With that in mind, let me say now that it's been a pleasure knowing you all, and I'd like Mr Tambourine Man played at the funeral. Having said that, our fellow travellers have reliably (i.e. after a few too many Russian beers) informed us that it's "not as bad as the guide books make out", so one of us might live to tell the tale. [Note to Mum - this is a joke.]

Anyway, to bed. As the amount of comma-related punctuation in this post suggests, I am slightly tired, and possibly half cut. Pics should be on Flickr soon, so get yourselves an account and start browsing.

Stay warm,

Luke and Louise

xxx

(Posted by Luke)