Soviet Spoils: Return from the land of mullets & double denim.

My trip to the Ukraine was stupendous. I shall be wittering on about it when my head is less fuzzy from 12 hours of cross-European travelling, all done on minimal sleep and a meagre cheese sandwich. Cigarettes were so cheap we bought them for metro change. My week was spent drinking 40p beers outside next to the fountains, picking up old pictures of Soviet space propaganda and Kazakh settlers in cobbled-street markets. Welling up with awe and gawping at icing-cake buildings and golden domes. Loading up on sour borsht and delicious Ukrainian pastries. And now it's back to sunny Manchester and the revision grind...
Here are some pictures of my beautiful spoils.