It's Friday in St Petersburg, I think. It's all a blur. I've been bursting to go to Russia ever since we studied the revolutions in high school. It was one of those lofty dreams I had, so now I cannae believe I'm here, hen. Me the dork from Oz in Russia. HOLY CRAP!

We've seen the Hermitage, the Seige of Leningrad Memorial, a ballet, a bunch of crazy cossacks and many other places I can't remeber the names of. I've eaten some of the dodgiest food ever and went down a dodgy alley to a black market shop. Best of all, we hung out with some lovely Russians in a bowling alley and talked about koalas and cars.

Best of all is the vodka. I'd never had a shot of vodka before, but I loved it. Ice cold liquid that makes your face crumple at first but then POW, the most gorgeous heat bursts inside your ribcage and burns right down to your toes.

I wish I had time to write emails but I have two minutes left, so hope you're all well. I miss you and you and you and most of all YOU. Tomorrow we head to Moscow. До свидания!