We are now in Moscow. Our situation has turned 360º, we’ve gone from a Buddhist temple to a hotel with more than 20 floors, full of businesses, restaurants and girls in mini-skirts seeking company. They don’t seem to be as happy as the monks, but it’s good to see a few high-heels after so many kimonos.
The breakfast buffet is impressive, there’s a bit of everything, sweet, salty and unknown. We all tell each other about the delicacies that we find. Let’s see if someone gets ill from eating too much.