We've Got Wheels And A Place To Live

All the signs are here, however, I am yet so see any evidence of it. The news is full of stories about it and nearly everyone has a tale to tell. Russian crime and it's mafia are infamous all over the world. Houses here are locked up like Fort Knox with double steel doors, a myriad of locks and chains, surveillance cameras and hidden microphones. Cars are fitted with extra, highly technical alarms and immobilisers. Corner stores are guarded my heavily armed security.

This week we received our car, a Honda CRV, and along with it the car's security alarm system. I think I've finally worked how the remote works with its' 5 different buttons. The fun doesn't stop there, because once inside the car, one has to find the 3 different hidden buttons, (secret compartments) that are needed to be pushed, in the correct sequence, before being able to start the engine. With so many things to think of, it's no wounder I left the lights on the other night after driving to work. Big mistake as there is no such thing as the RACQ here in Russia. You have to fend for yourself or call your unimpressed Father-in-Law.

This week we also finally got out of Anatoly and Nadia's hair and moved into our own apartment. In an old communist style, it's quite compact but has everything we need including a massage chair!


Breaky this morning, caviar and tea.



Kicking back wondering if that old phone really works!