When we got back, Ramsey was at the airport, and was parked by our van, so when we approached and John saw us for the first time, he got a big smile on his face. We got him out of his car seat, and he started saying "They're (or was it we're?) here!", over and over! He was glad to see us.

On that drive to and from Kostroma, the roads weren't always the best. And Sergei drove like a typical Russian driver. He was a good driver, but passed other vehicles rather close to them, went a zillion miles an hour, sometimes bumps lifted us completely off our seats. Eek.

In Kostroma, we changed money at a "black market". Pulled up, guy came over, handed him the bill, he went over to some other guys, and they brought back rubles. That was rather strange.