The Kazakh workers on the oil rigs were the ones who picked me up with my arms flailing and my crate all smashed.
They picked me up on the side of the road... ahemm, the track. They put me up for 2 nights, fed me, got me all cleaned up, fixed my crates, lent me their satellite connection and got me back on the right road... without them knowing a word of English, or me a word of Russian!
It was all part of a fantastic atmosphere. I couldn't thank them more. I left them everything I could, including my watch, which one of them liked.
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You've got a knack for making crazy acquaintances, don't you? How are your 2 underpants by the way?
He left them everything he could leave them, so that includes one of the two briefs I guess....