In Russia it is said that chickens are milked, and cows carry eggs. (A mockery of those who believe ridiculous rumors.)

Walked to Mozhary yesterday… (Photo Day 02-20-2017)


I walked and walked and walked! This morning, my feet hurt, but I had a blast and as always, the locals spread the word that I was there. They even called Vova and of course Vova needed something from the store also. So he called and needed cigarettes…. I cannot sneak around and do anything in this small town area. Everyone watches what everyone else is doing…. Did I say small town?

I will let the images talk for themselves…



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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is Russian and she puts up with this bear of a man and keeps him in line...

Thank God for my sweetie and Russia...