A 9am departure from Tallinn on a Eurolines bus got us into St Petersburg at around 6pm that evening. Valuable sleeping time and a nervous crossing over the border.
Bemused looks on the St Pete’s underground as 12 lads lugged heavy cricket bags around before checking in at the Cuban hostel and heading out a some food, a sightsee and then a few quiet jars.
Castro had it all worked out...Fidel’s didn’t seem like a great bar when we went it – not many free seats, too smokey for some and not a lot of space. Several hours later it was an eventful evening!! A quiet drink, I don’t think!!
The night ended up being the biggest extending of international relations since the formation of the EU. Five of the group struck gold with a variety of Russian, Dutch and Spanish females. There was at least one conversion but of course, names will not be mentioned.....
A further complication to the evening’s proceedings was the loss of Harry Reekie’s bag which contained his passport and all his other important worldly possessions.
Now Haz isn’t a violent chap but it seemed the only way he could communicate the fact he had lost his passport etc was by punching people – Sam Philip and Justin Peacock both got a chinning before helping him to look.A frantic 30-minute search including Gaz Roberts paying for an announcement which was never made before the bag was found and Reekie’s relief was there for all to see.
The majority of the group eventually got to bed at, I have no idea what time - 5am, 6am?!! Well everyone got back somehow, at sometime anyway!
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