I figured that if I were to go to a completely unfamilar place with a different alphabet, I may as well make friends before getting on the train. It so happens, Liam, this scottish fellow was that very person. Safety in numbers and all that. Ended up having him tag along back to the hostel, and fortunately, he'd brought some cyrillic translations, or I'd have been that much more disoriented. Like Italy, nearly everything I wanted to go to was closed because it was Monday. But, unlike Italy, the clubs are absolutely packed monday nights. So Liam and a bunch of
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