Having spent now close to sixteen months living in Sevastopol, I can no longer deny the amount of both strange and amusing things which have happened to me thus far. Following a lengthly barrage of suggestions from persuasive friends and colleagues to publicise the interesting goings-on so that I may share the interesting mishaps with a greater part of the world, I have at long last resolved to go ahead with it. First of all however, I feel a little introduction is in order to get us up to speed.
In the summer of 2011 I had been working for the past two and a half years for a company which shall remain nameless, and having been frustrated by the inability for me to diversify into multi-language projects, I decided that the time had come to move elsewhere. Having already worked hard over the past couple of years to develop my Russian language skills, I felt the desire to continue on this path of linguistic self-development. Whereas the obvious answer to the question “Where best to learn Russian?” would be in Russia itself, I was immediately deterred by the hostile and savage winters which would be taking up a large amount of time in my new homeland. For this reason, I chose the Crimean city Sevastopol, the pearl of the Black Sea, the former home of the Soviet Fleet and a city which seems to have the amusing characteristic of being more Russian than Russia itself!
The adventure continues….