It is mid summer in the ultra-remote Kuril Islands of far eastern Russia, which means near-zero temperatures and me wearing 18 items of clothing including gumboots and a bank-robber balaclava.
Our surroundings are volcanic peaks, kelp beds and shining fog banks. Sea otters casually float nearby on their backs. Another Zodiac radios us, swearing they see a supine otter clutching an empty vodka bottle to its chest. Too Russian to be true?
I don't believe it until, back on our mothership, Orion II, I see the photo of this would-be blotto otter.
Read more: http://www.news.com.au/travel/world/orion-iis-maiden-russia-voyage/story-e6frfqai-1226160832705#ixzz1aCgbxm3W
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