Have you ever wanted to change your race? Not because your skin colour makes you feel inferior, no no no, not that, but because suddenly your race is superior and in a way that seems uncontrollable and looking to cause some trouble. That is what happens when a bunch of drunk, loud French speaking West Africans enter a quiet public bus that you have boarded on an otherwise cool summer day in Saint Petersburg, Russia and, and they are keen to announce their presence.

But before the bus drama on that sunny evening in the summer of 2009, I have to tell a little about how we got there. Summer in Saint Petersburg is the best season ever, of course because of the sun and the holidays but also Continue reading The day Africans took over a Russian Bus →