Friday, February 13, 2009

Further proof of my existence.

No great stories here. Except the last one. And even that one, is just a story itself, so just click it to big size and breath it in. I can't possibly explain it better than just looking at.

















2 comments:

Michael Arrowood said...

Best of all, in the last picture (in which you inexplicably meet up with a gentleman in a tuxedo), the old Soviet poster right above your head reads: "She carries contagion and diarrhea."

Very appetizing, considering that you all appear to be in a restaurant!

Traveling Ciguapa said...

Yeah, this is probably the funniest picture I have yet. Maybe you know this restaurant, Na Zdaroviye on Bolshoi Prospekt. It is so kitsch. After we ate, the babushka came over to show us how to make Pelmeni. Then she wanted us to take a picture with her. There is really no reason for a restaurant with this atmosphere to have men with tuxedos at the door. This man had an amazing mullet. It was the most bizarre place. At least for imagery!

Thanks for the translation! I'd been meaning to look that up!