St Petersburg, Russia
So after a fairly heavy night the morning was naturally delicate. We had arranged to go to an art gallery with Mel whilst still under the influence. So in the morning we had to stay true to our word despite craving a few extra hours in bed. But with a shower and two litres of St Petersburg finest tap water we were up and raring to go.
The gallery was a considerable distance away and we had to walk. My choice of footwear were a pair a flip flops. In hindsight th...