The sight of Cyrillic takes me back to last summer, as we bumped and juddered through Ukraine, Russia, Kazakhstan & Mongolia. In particular, the "Who am I" section in the top left - translated to "Кто я?" - reminds me of the song that sound-tracked our first few minutes in Siberia, having just crossed over the border from Kazakhstan.
A deep orange sun was setting, we were out of Kazakhstan (kind of cause for celebration in itself), and we were not only back in Russia - the country that surprised us most on the entire trip - but in that mythical, infamous faraway land of Siberia. Our Russian dance CD, purchased in an Astana shopping mall, was blasting on the Kangoo's stereo..... This was the best song on it, and the video's a far slicker affair than many - or at least I - would have given the Russian pop music industry credit for before I travelled east.
This, by the way, is my 899th post on the blog. Expect the written equivalent of Wills & Kate's wedding celebrations by way of my next update. Cheers for sticking with it through the lean times, of both quality and post regularity (if, indeed, you have - if you're some sort of automated spam bot, feck off).
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