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Well, how said, have to travel a bit :) Next two weeks. Will get some internet from time to time but not regularly. Thus please be gentle to Foundry and don't speak about politics :D
All questions about special LAF fig please PM to Lurch.
yours
Prof.
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Safe and Happy trip Alex. 8)
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You be careful out among dem English lol
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Bon Voyage!
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A good advice with the natives: shoot first, then ask questions! lol
Have a nice trip and a safe return,
Rudi
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Enjoy the trip ;)
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Rock on !!! SCHlik !
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were you off to proff?
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were you off to proff?
He might be going to sabotage the Zvesda factory in his (fictional) one man guerilla campaign against soft plastic. ???
Probably not though. lol
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were you off to proff?
He might be going to sabotage the Zvesda factory in his (fictional) one man guerilla campaign against soft plastic. ???
Probably not though. lol
No, I think he's going to get to the bottom of those "giants in the lakes" reports, in true LAF style ;)
http://leadadventureforum.com/index.php?topic=6126.0
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In the meantime safely arrived in the "depths of the Central Russia", fantastic landscapes, nice peoples, bad roads :-)
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Bring back some Scythian archeological artefacts for me.
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Grinkov was tired and getting old - old enough to remember when all this around him had been the pride (albeit the secret pride) of the State and the Party. He glowered at a nearby pile of wreckage, the rusting remains of a Soyuz Epsilon capsule and a 3/4 scale prototype of the wing-in-ground transport his mentor, old Rodeneyv, had designed.
Rodeneyv had loved that transport, he remembered. There had been days in the design bureau where the man had stared out the window at the test facility, the peaceful, beaming look of a saint on his face. Grinkov and the other engineers knew Rodeneyv was imagining the new world, a world where the atmosphere was no barrier to space, where gravity was no shackle. A bright future - one that had never materialized. In his darker days, Grinkov thought that future was dead. But on days like today, days where he was tired, but not without hope, Grinkov thought that future was only sleeping like a seed in the ground.
Grinkov continued to walk towards the gate. The guards stared at him without care, wearing their boredom like heavy coats. In the old days, Grinkov would have had to show his papers three times already. Now, no one bothered to stop him. No one checked his satchel for what was inside. Grinkov smiled sardonically.
His satchel held the seed of the future. It had been Rodeneyv's last dream, before the old man had been retired back to Moscow. On his last day, he had called Grinkov into the office, closed the door and placed the device on the desk. The Golden Ring.
"Pavel," said Rodeneyv, "This is it. Guard it well. It is either the key to heaven or hell. I wish I could tell you more, but you are a good man. See that it is used properly." And for twenty-seven years it had been Grinkov's burden to bear, sitting quietly in his desk, as junior engineers had stopped coming to the design bureau, as a succession of apparatchik directors had stormed through, followed by reptile-eyed appointees who had systematically pillaged the secrets of the place. Grinkov held the Golden Ring in trust. His consolation was that if he died, the secret of the Golden Ring would die with him.
There was a car coming up the Hill Road towards the main gate. In the old days, the car's occupants would have been known hours before it had gotten to this point, its every movement shadowed by hidden, armed men. Now no challenges, nothing at all. Even tourists got through the main gate these days.
Grinkov sat in the bus shelter and watched the car pass through the main gate after only a superficial check of identification. The car pulled up next to the shelter, spattered with mud and the dust of Kazakhstan.
A man jumped lightly from the passenger seat.
"Grinkov? My name is Bews," the man gave a friendly smile. "I've come to speak to you about Rodeneyv's Golden Ring."
For a brief moment, Grinkov saw the future unfold like a green shoot from a seed.
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Wow Pete, how did you find all that out? Did he stop at the Zvesda factory first? Was the mud from a daring get-away? lol lol lol
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Pete, you're just the best, mate 8)
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the view from my hotel window...now you can try to guess where I am ;)
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Hard one ! I tried to find it via Image Google, but had no success with :
clocher bleu ; blue steeple ; blue church tower ; голубой колокольчик :) ; Голубая церковь or Голубой купол церкви...
Nice view, anyway.
meow,
Matt
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the view from my hotel window...now you can try to guess where I am ;)
Croyden? :D
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the view from my hotel window...now you can try to guess where I am ;)
Croyden? :D
Croyden in Russia? :P
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next shot, a memorial dedicated to all WW2 medics
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the view from my hotel window...now you can try to guess where I am ;)
Disneyland Paris? No idea. I'm not that good in recognising russian monuments. But I think the hills could be a hint for those who know russian geography.
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Dnipropetrovsk?
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Dnipropetrovsk?
Dnepropetrovsk is in Ukraine :-)
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Dnipropetrovsk?
That's easy for you to say! lol
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Well, it doesn't seem to be the Church of the Intercession on the Nerl.
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Dnipropetrovsk?
Dnepropetrovsk is in Ukraine :-)
Cardiff then? And thats my final answer!
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It's NOT Malta. There, done my bit. :?
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Easy ;)
The Prof is in Kaluga (Калу́га) in western Russia, located on the Oka River 188 km southwest of Moscow. :D
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Easy ;)
The Prof is in Kaluga (Калу́га) in western Russia, located on the Oka River 188 km southwest of Moscow. :D
Of course, once I'd cleared up it wasn't Malta it was dead easy.... >:D
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It's NOT Malta. There, done my bit. :?
Well, it is not Sweden either so that narrows it down a bit further.
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He's in Cardiff, I'm tellin' Ya! I saw him!
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Easy ;)
The Prof is in Kaluga (Калу́га) in western Russia, located on the Oka River 188 km southwest of Moscow. :D
hit! well guessed :)
next memorial, like that rocket, do you know that man?
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He looks a bit young compared to most illustrations of him, but I'll hazard a guess (seeing I can't read ther text - too small in the pic) - Konstantin Tsiolkovsky?
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He looks a bit young compared to most illustrations of him, but I'll hazard a guess (seeing I can't read ther text - too small in the pic) - Konstantin Tsiolkovsky?
correct!
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He looks a bit young compared to most illustrations of him, but I'll hazard a guess (seeing I can't read ther text - too small in the pic) - Konstantin Tsiolkovsky?
correct!
Wow - one of my heroes. 8) 8) 8)
Nice monument too. Thanks Prof. 8) 8)
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another memorial...would like to get that one in 28mm :-)
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Man, those Soviets could build monuments. Why don't we have cool monuments like that here? We seem to have gone straight from Classical to Utterly Abstract, and skipped the cool Political Realism phase. Not even the Art Moderne stuck around long enough to do more than a few griffons in front of libraries, or Atlases holding up things in the lobby of some New York skyscrapers. I want Alan Shepard gazing off into the future, or Harry Truman with his sleeves rolled up and fists the size of his head, or a JFK who looks like a hood ornament for a very fast sports car.
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Whenever I see a picture of that Lenin statue I always imagine him singing "You're s**t, and you know you are!" at the top of his voice. lol
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another memorial...would like to get that one in 28mm :-)
Prof,
what you should have done was to put your camera on a tripod, set the shutter delay timer thingy and then scamper up the statue to stand next to Lenin to give us an idea of scale ..... lol
I'm guessing at least 54mm to our usual 28mm ???
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Whenever I see a picture of that Lenin statue I always imagine him singing "You're s**t, and you know you are!" at the top of his voice. lol
Nice one, Centurion. Like it, like it! lol
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on the streets of Kaluga, newspaper "Working Russia" (communist one). There are still bolsheviks in Russia :-)
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on the streets of Kaluga, newspaper "Working Russia" (communist one). There are still bolsheviks in Russia :-)
But are there any Whites, you'd need them for an interesting scenario. :D
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Easy ;)
The Prof is in Kaluga (Калу́га) in western Russia, located on the Oka River 188 km southwest of Moscow. :D
hit! well guessed :)
Guess!? :o
A process of pure deduction from the evidence. Elementary my dear Professor :D