Of course we raced through Russia for only one reason; to get to Italy! We left our Lada with the drunken Brits on stagnight in Riga, flew to Milan, got chauffeured into an Audi-with-airco to lake Como, looked for George Clooney in Bellagio, but most of all: went to the wedding of little sister Carolien to her now husband Marc. All ultra romantic and relaxed, and a very welcome break from the Soviet wilderness and packs of noodles. Bad news: we had to fly out of this idyllic world to drive Lada home…
