Washing the road dust out of some clothes.
Welcome to the Matriks. It's like the Matrix but with peeling walls and strange unexplained smells. Or maybe it was just our hotel corridor in Ekaterinburg...
With Kevin Lynch, the British Consul General in Ekaterinburg. And a couple of family piccies on the wall...
Huh?
Communism at its best. Don't be harsh - this was just any old cooling tower outside Perm.
Driving through one of the many Russian thunderstorms that pop up everywhere without warning.
It may be raining over there, but it ain't over here! Siberia again...
'The Strip' in Omsk. Miami eat your heart out.
A familiar sight. Note condensation on the inside of the dials. It worried us for a bit but then we ignored it and it went away. We tried the same with the brakes - that didn't work so well...
Rush hour on the Omsk to Nobosibirsk road - known as bandit country.