Homecoming to Siberia

We (I) haven’t posted since we came back to Russia – first it was jet-lag, then culture shock and then work. Yes, I am aware that I was born here and lived here most of my life, but I still had to adjust after coming back from the paradise on earth that is New Zealand.  I mean, one day we are walking on a beach, breathing extremely fresh air and people we don`t know smile at us and say hello,  then we are in tropical Hong Kong, eating noodles and looking up at all the sky scrapers and then all over sudden we are getting scowled at by angry Russian flight attendants and learning to walk on ice all over again.


But it wasn`t all bad – it was nice to reunite with my family, and, of course, Sharon the sausage dog!

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Sharon getting curious about paua shells IMG_5870

The newest (and the smallest) addition to my collection – the little white dog I bought at the Island Bay Festival market IMG_5865

My parents making traditional Russian dumplings – pelmeni


A hole in a blanket that Sharon chewed through  – what a weird thing to do!


Sharon’s new coat (she is so low to the ground, she constantly gets splattered with mud and puddle water). Incidentally, when Mike saw this photo, he called Sharon a ‘clown dog’.


And, of course, it was nice to see all our friends again!



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