Wow, I just came across this bizarre picture of me in photos my German friends Lotti and Frida sent me of when we were in Russia. Hurrah. We're standing outside Rossi, this hooker bar off Nevsky, which has the double benefit of having strippers (for the boys), free drinks (for the girls) and karaoke (for all of us, and especially for the drunk Russian men wanting to slur Beatles songs through their accents.) Gotta love it.
Later that night, I would be chased around a table by a chinless Spanish count. And lose my favourite earrings. What fun!