Our resident socialist Caoimhe had discovered Lenin's tomb and was on the hunt for comrade Marx's statue.


Anna gets on down to the funky music with her bad self...literally.



We were invited to the American Embassy Dacha (summer house) last weekend, this is how we roll in Moscow! It was like a mini frat party complete with beer pong and marauding US marines, it culminated in people who should have known better (for once, not me!) jumping into what was a glorified paddling pool in the middle of the night. In their defence, they were promised an outdoor heated swimming pool and weren't satisfied with the tennis and volleyball courts. The place was such a party house, it felt like a place where somebodies parents had gone away for a year and hidden all the valuables. The picture above is of my very good friend Alesia who happens to have a Fiona growing out of her neck. She left our fabby city on Monday to go back to NYC, for some reason she thought that five years here was long enough. She'll be back....

Had the weirdest experience the other night, we were in a taxi (well, a random car that we hailed on the street as is the way to get around here when the metro closes) and the driver remembered me from when he took me home in november. He remembered where I live, where I had come from, that I was Irish and that I was a student. It was totally bizarre because it's not like we hailed a taxi, it was just a random car. He said the next time we meet I'm getting a free lift home...I hope we meet in Petersburg or Vladivostok.

I'm now the proud owner of a fish and three plants, the responsibilities, it's not just about me anymore. Also I was stealthily attacked in my own room last night and I'm now the proud owner of 6 mosquito bites...the summer begins!