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... hat or even no hat and just their coat collar turned up. However, they never gave me a second glance and it wasn’t long before I forgot I was wearing it.
When we arrived a Paveletskaya Metro station, Roisin was already heading for the bus timetable. Not knowing which buses or trams went where she came away defeated and resigned herself to making one more trip down the escalators from hell (rather than TO hell!!). I tried to lighten the burden by telling ...
... I sat with the
bags watching different people. It was quite busy and interesting
seeing the different people come in and out but when a large group of
asian men sat along beside me I was hoping Paul would be back soon.
Then two russian men sat the other side of me I was trapped. But the
russian men seemed ok and they went to get coffee asking me to watch
their bags (I think as they spoke russian). The machine was just
behind us so I didn't expect ...
Sunday was our real last day in Moscow. In the morning we went to Gorky Park. We had not gone there during our two previous visits and thought Sunday morning was a perfect time. It was only one stop on the Metro and then a short walk across the bridge to the other side of the river.
There were many Muscovites all doing the same and many families taking advantage of the warm sunshine. We walked through the gates and walked along the ...
I notice as I check the details of my flight again that I have quite a long wait in Moscow Sheremet Airport, like 17 hours! Another long day ahead, assuming I can get onto this flight.
I head back up into the airport proper (the hotel rooms by the hour, and shower, is in the basement) and with no drama, get onto my flight. Yay!
As I arrive in Moscow and start my
between-flights wait, I read a local paper (the Moscow News) that says the ...
... this was just a smaller shop. Oh boy.
The first night of my journey I spent in Yuri and Larisa's kitchen, after a great Russian dinner. In the morning, there was a Russian breakfast, with porridge, eggs and bread, albeit with the Dutch cheese I had brought with me as a gift. The first order of business was for me to get registered with the local police. To do so, I was accompanied by Konstantin, Yuri and Larisa's son. I ...