Dorothy's Moscow

... part of his party. Chris explained we'd been led to the tables and explained the Finnish connection. He still didn't seem too happy but two women with him obviously felt sorry for us and probably embarrased at their colleagues' rudeness so started chatting with us and poured us some wine (Stern Man tried to stop them but covering us the glasses but one of the women quickly put him in his place!). As we chatted with them ...

... on the offers. We tried to find a hotel, but these too were impossible to find. We asked at a florists - one of the many 24 hour kiosks around the city - and a russian man came to our aid, standing in the road trying to flag one down. Two men approached and said they were taxi drivers, but their cars showed no license so again we declined. How would we make it back ...

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... champagne and then went to a restaurant nearby. It was very funky and cool, but quite expensive. Pasha paid which was so lovely - probably saw the holes in our socks and the malnutrition from those two-minute noodles. We crashed into bed that night, though Greg did take us back via the Red Square, which was amazing to see at night with a few people around and lots of twinkling lights! The next day Greg took us out and about, very sweet to take up his Sunday with us! We went to a local ...

... Bolshoy theatre, bought the most expensive tickets and went to see Madama Butterfly...it was really amazing :D It seems impossible to understand or make russian people understand you..anything you ask, they'll reply to you with a niet-niet! Anywhere...Toilet? niet-niet At the shop...bread? niet-niet At the station...tickets? niet-niet At sturbucks...coffe? niet-niet It's unbeliveable ...

... we asked a young Russian couple that was passing by how to get in. Despite not knowing any English or knowing exactly how to get in either, they walked around with us for a good 10 minutes, helped us figure out which door it was and even took the elevator up to the apartment with us to deliver us to the door of our apartment. Now that's service! With relief we met our sleepy host and we were glad to finally be "home". I think next time we arrive at night we'll ...

... but we weren't about to let the universe tell us what to do, and by golly, we were getting to Moscow if we had to rope a musk-ox and ride. And so we were off. The train ride itself was pretty wild. The three of us were in different compartments with strangers. It's really a story better told face-to-face with voices and hand motions. Remind me, and I'll tell you. Finally, we got to MOSCOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! (I was excited, could you tell?) We met ...

... if we could have found the ******* thing. Now I know what you're thinking, "ask someone you Muppets!" We were a little way out of the city and couldn't find anyone who understood English. Once we had found the word "market" in Russian no one knew where it was. So it was back to the city centre for a look see. We had a few hours to kill and settled in to a nice cafe where we could dose up on caffeine and believe it or not, Karin could smoke inside. We then made our way back to ...

... we could follow. We wandered around, crossed the street and explored another part of Izmailovsky Park, still no open air markets. We decided we needed some refreshment at this point and tried to find a cafe with seats to sit at. This turned out to be a difficult task, we eventually found a little restaurant, but the majority of places selling food and drink do not actually have anywhere for you to sit down and eat it. The cafe culture we take for granted in ...

... office). He had booked a table at a restaurant called the Vodka Restaurant. We had never met him before but were already nervous based on the name of the restaurant. As seems fashionable in Russia, he arrived and of course has a very curly mullet! Well the evening was quite something, It turns out a vodka restaurant is indeed that...vodka is brought to the table in half or full litre jugs, and all sorts of flavours; the worst being Wasabi ...