Since we landed in Russia almost everyone we’ve met has been super friendly.
The Olympic volunteers, despite their hideous uniforms, are really helpful. People in shops, on trains and even taxi drivers all seem stoked to have foreigners here. And last night as one of the venue policemen (who are deliberately dressed down in un-threatening purple uniforms) was checking my ID he said: “Great Britain? I love your country!”
Having been to Russia before, we were kind of expecting the blossoming of vodka-fuelled bromances on nights out. But we definitely weren’t anticipating everyone from the the urban camo-wearing Militsia down, to be so welcoming. The overwhelming impression we’ve been given is that whatever they think of the Olympics, the Russians are stoked to be able to show us their country.
