On Friday two parents turned up at school in the morning, looking to speak to me specifically. They weren't annoyed or anything, they came to ask me if I'd like to go to the pub on Sunday. Weird request, but I said yes out of courtesy, being English.
The dad turned up today, and it turned out they didn't actually mean pub, but meant dinner at their place. That's not weird. The weird thing is that he turned up in this to take me there:
That's a Czech V3S, a communist-era army truck which the dad has been restoring and brought along to impress me with. I work in a little village south or Prague, and as we slowly worked out way up the hills and winding roads I realised that this was probably the closest I'm going to get to actually driving around Chernarus in a Ural truck, and I thought I'd share it with you lovely FA types.
