Hey there

I'm back. Just got into the flats 20 minutes ago; it's 12:45 at night on technically Sunday morning now. The trip was alright. Saw a bunch of castles, palaces, churches, beer halls, natural history museums, train stations, drug dealers, body parts of John the Baptist, and way too much of Will Kurtz, John Miller, and, oh dear Lord, Ryan Hackett. Now I've got some time tomorrow to unwind, unpack, and recharge for my next fun filled series of adventures, one of which I hope includes me running for my life to the U.S. embassy, waving my passport and screaming, "I'M AN AMERICAN!!!," all of this as I'm being pursued by Russian gangsters. I don't know, it's just one of those wistful romantic fantasies, I guess.

More to come later, and a whole shite-load of pictures, if I ever get around to it. Have a good one.

I'M OUT.