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On Friday, mum and dad arrived in Krasnoyarsk. They took the trans-Siberian railway all the way from Moscow. It took three days, but they prefer a relaxed train ride to a stressful flight. Not sure the trans-Siberian was all that relaxing (especially seeing as they don’t speak Russian), but they seemed pleased with the trip when I met them at the station. They were desperate for a shower, but otherwise happy.

We went to my favourite cafe in Krasnoyarsk and had omelettes and mushroom soup, and then mum and dad checked in at the hotel and had their long-awaited showers. They also showed me the stuff they’d brought me from England. I was very glad to see that they’d brought some wintry socks, as well as a lush scarf from my grandparents in Portsmouth (thanks Nan and Grandad!) They also brought a veritable mountain of chocolate and sweets, which was very, very welcome. Oddly, the thing that made me the most nostalgic wasn’t the Cadbury or the Haribo, but Bilar, a Swedish candy which our friends from Stockholm had sent with my parents. It has a very distinctive taste, and it evokes really strong memories of when I was about twelve, so I’m going to have to ration it carefully over the next few months. Only joking, I’ve already eaten one of the two bags.



After work that evening, we went to Mike and Molly’s – a pizza place which I’d heard glowing reports about. It lived up to the hype – the pizzas were cooked in a big oven on display at the back of the room, and were very tasty. Not quite as good as the pizza my parents make at home, but still very good. The waiter had a disconcerting habit of giving you stares which seemed to convey a murderous rage, but we’ll forgive him because, you know, good pizza.

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  1. Tu es le portrait tout craché de ta maman !

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    1. Ah bon? Intéressant! On me dit souvent que je ressemble à mon père, mais peut-être que c'est seulement en comportement, et non pas en ce qui concerne le visage

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    2. Ca doit être ça ! On est passé il y a quelques heures au-dessus de Krasnoyarsk mais impossible de voir l'immense taïga car il faisait nuit noire...

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    3. Oh dommage! Vous allez où? En chine?

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    4. On est revenus en France vendredi. On est allés à Hong-Kong pour nouer des partenariats avec des écoles de français locales et rendre visite à des amis par la même occasion !

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    5. Oh wow, c'est super cool! Je veux bien aller à Hong Kong un jour

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    6. Tout ça grâce à Phoebe qui a assuré l'intérim comme une pro en notre absence. C'est chouette Hong Kong !

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