The Captain, as I called him, liked his vodka! As we sat and dined on fresh sausage, tomatoes and peaches which were all grown here by his family, he offered up 3 toasts. The first was an introduction, the second was an elaborate show where he balanced his small glass on the back of his hand and waved it about as he told a story. The third and final toast was a long one which was offered to me, the "young woman", as tradition dictates. Somebody wrote it down for me, and I would like to have it translated someday. We sat here eating, drinking and laughing for most of the afternoon while the river slowly passed along.