

This little strip in the centre of town is the only place emitting any light after dark. Half the establishments in the area have a sign saying “No Russians”, the other half are brothels. The whole place smells of crab arse.
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Alexey was drunk and hungry. He took us to a restaurant where he ordered lots of Japanese sake and huge amounts of meat. My Japanese translator, Benny, had to pretend he was, like me, from the UK, because every time Alexey mentioned America he followed it up with a scowl and mimed a machine gun action.

Luckily, after a few more sakes he lightened up and started doing a weird little fashion shoot for us.


When we got to the boat we were surrounded by large, drunk, shouting Russians.

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Then we got drunk.

