Moscow - Updated
June 2nd 2008 We arrived into Moscow station very early in the morning, tired, but in one piece. After getting off the train we were met by our russian driver with our names on a card. He spoke no English and motioned for us to follow him to his car. He looked like a stern version of Borat, hastily smoking cigarette as we walked behind him out of the station. We were quickly bundled into his car and taken to t
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