Mooscow

We saw cows in Moscow. We’re leaving Moscow for St. Petersburg tonight, on a 8 hour overnight train. We saw dead Lenin, which would be a good name for a band.

I was going to write the title of this post in Russian, but ironically this keyboard (in an Internet cafe) is qwerty only.

I’ll probably write more when I get back. Or I might not.

Also, you can’t be sure whether I actually wrote this from Russia or I queued it up before I left like the last post. That’s a bit of mystery for you; spice things up a bit.

Can’t get to my mobile answer-phone messages or my e-mail, so if you need me send me a text.