Ten years after the shit storm that was Kazakhstan, my dear fellow Kaz-6er, Bruce, decided to pop into London for a little visit. To say I was overjoyed was an understatement! I was ready to show him London. Instead, we just sat in most coffee places we rambled upon and just got caught up. I felt like I jipped him, not showing him anything about London, but he seemed happy enough. And that made me happy.
Yeah!
Wednesday 16 December 2009
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