Russia sometimes feels a bit like 1950s America: seatbelts are semi-optional, you can drink as a passenger in the car and the roads are completely awful.
After saying goodbye to all of our wonderful friends in Chereprevets, we kicked back and enjoyed the three hour drive to Yaroslavl. I have yet to be on anything that really resembles a US interstate. The road we drove on last night felt like a big, long Redmond-Issaquah road. With such temperature extremes it isn’t hard to imagine why they break down so quickly.