Category Archives: Never Mind The Baltics Trip

“Are you sure there’s nothing provocative about parking an army truck just across the river from Russia, with its rear barn doors 100 metres from the border?” “No,” Mark replied with confident finality. “I might take my paddle board out…” he added with a mischievous grin. “No,” I said, with confident finality. I know whatContinue reading “Guns, Bulls’ Balls, & Lampreys”