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We stayed in a truckstop in Kansk.
A town full of good looking women.
But oh no, Rick and I get invited to drink vodka with a group of truckers.
It's all going well, once raised, your glass mustn't touch the table until empty, we eat smoked Baikal fish and other foods between drinks.
Five bottles of vodka later, we've run out so a bottle of brandy is found.
One of the truckers wants to see my bike round the back in the truck park.
Reluctantly I go with him.
"I love you he confesses" pretenting and hoping for a misunderstanding I tell him yes " I love my bike"......"No" he insists, "I love YOU" and invites me to his truck.
I tell him to feck off and beat a hasty retreat back to the bar where Rick is unknowingly being chatted up
My 'companion' returns and brushes his leg against mine
I make a second retreat, this time to the safety of our room and tell the others of my ordeal, which was fairly frightening.
Rick storms into the room ten minutes later, "they're all fecking gay" he shouts and has had a similar lucky escape, but didn't thank me for leaving him alone with them.
The cafe's often sell a type of sausage roll, which is a sausage with strips of pastry wrapped around them.
They became known as 'Trucker's Knuckles'
.... I have an email address if anyone's interested...