Woke around 9.30 my bed was like a waterbed only instead of water it was sweat, we had decided to leave the window in the room shut last night, not really sure which I prefer, being bitten to death, or having my organs slowly poached, did I mention our hostel was called Russian dream, these sickos must have some weird dreams! I was packed and ready to go by the time Steve woke as we where planning on going to see Lenin, or Stalin can't remember now, some old Russian they pickled and let you gawk at for free. Steve had other plans after emerging slowly from his lair like the sloth we had seen at the zoo, he had a shower and began his daily grooming ritual, every day he straightens his hair sometimes twice, I don't have the heart to tell him that in the heat after 10 minutes it looks like a birds nest (made by a blind bird with no wings then doused in peroxide), decided it will be easier and kinder to accidentally break the straighteners. Once he was ready he sent some final emails, he tapped the keys I tapped my foot, we just made it before the pickled guy was put away for the night. We took it in turns to que up and go in while the other watched our bags in the park. The tomb was really atmospheric all dark cold and quite, it felt like you were spying on the guy, they make sure you keep moving, i think its so that you don't notice that its a wax work, not quite Maddame Tussauds more like Louis Tussauds (the waxworks in Great Yarmouth where it takes all day to figure out weather your looking at Elton John or the actual Queen). There was police, soldiers and security everywhere, they seemed to delight in telling people off, you weren't aloud to do anything, I decided to hold my fart in till I got out, not sure why they had so much security, who's gonna want to nick a pickled dead guy or a bad wax work of a pickled dead guy. Back out into the heat and its Steve's turn, he ends up going round twice and queuing twice cos he stepped over the line and a guard made him leave the first time. It was nice to have some me time in the park, didn't have any battery on my kindle so just sat and people watched, over half the Russians were carrying bunches of flowers the other half seemed to be selling them, and people where taking pictures everywhere but not like I take pictures, they were like mini photo shoots all over the place, they each tried out several poses then the person with the camera would reposition them, they would flick there hair, pout and pose, it was weird but everyone was doing it, not sure if I've missed something and this is the way everyone takes photos now or if its just a foreign thing, like when the Chinese can't take a photo without giving a peace sign. When Steve got back I went to Mc d's to get us a snack only I ate most of the fries on the way back so decided the best bet was to eat the remaining, ditch the evidence and pretend I'd forgotten them.