August 15th 2006. SCR awake rudely to the fascinated face of a Russian passer-by peering hungrily though the cab window at their sleeping bodies. A telephone call to Howard of Skip Rats confirms that the map by which they were navigating the previous night holds more lies than truths, the camp at which they had aimed, which turns out to be a sort of Russian Center Parks, lying a mere 20 minutes away from their eventual resting place. An historic moment follows over lunch as all six remaining rouletteers are united for the first time in over a month.
They forgo dessert in favour of $10-worth of Siberian white-water rafting with a team of drunken Russians who continue to swill vodka throughout the voyage. Later they discover a throaty Lenin-coated Russian Chris Rea.
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