Vladivostok. Oh. My. God.
They speak English. They know about coffee (real coffee from real coffee beans) with milk. The men are slim, handsome, hardly a beer belly in sight. They smile. It’s clean.
I’m pretty sure we’ve stumbled into some wierd alternative Russia where things just – work.
Ok so we can only now see the city (2 days of fog so thick you could cut it with a knife) and we arrived to torrential rain but Vladivostok is Civilised with a capital C.