Cecilie Christensen

Province of Volgograd, Russian Federation

last night we were leading the convoy. We wanted to go straight to the nearest highway, but oh no-the guys wanted us to go through a 'village'. It was a bit creepy, but we were going strong until this zombie-look-a-like drunk man was in front us. We just sat in the car screaming, until we had one of the other cars in front of us and a garanti for one in the back. Then we listen to Postman Pat, which started to be a bit freaky as well. But we found the highway and are doing well.