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- Continental Breakfast
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- Drycleaning onsite
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TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Irkutsk
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... away terrace cafe overlooking the grand 13th century structure. Here we were served delicious local mineral water, a cold cabbage and horseradish soup and coal cooked bread with vegetables. Another mind blowing meal, during which Jon announced that he could definitely live in Russia. The best meal we had though, was a traditional Russian tea with a real life samovar (refer to photo!). This was in a stunning old mansions which ...
... feeling very good so far. Having my husband by my side is simply amazing. It is a strange feeling being married, everything seems the same but also somehow completely different. We didn't think this would happen, but we are totally in our honeymoon period again, with our love being renewed once more. I cannot imagine being happier than I am right now, sitting on our Ikea bed, listening to the rain outside...with ...
... was quite a trip through wide streets. With such big impressive buildings. The Hotel Metropole was also extremely grand with chandeliers everywhere ! Our room was grandly old fashioned. The beds were uncomfortable, but beat the train! Also bliss a shower and hair wash and Internet! Then to Red Square. I barely made it. No sleep or food and my hip was terribly painful. Had to keep stopping. However the domes of St Basilica were truely impressive. Inside was full of ...
... research, it was time to take our first train on the Trans-Mongolian route. Not knowing how it would all play out and what would be available along the way, we stocked up on snacks, water and tea bags. With tickets and passports in hand, we headed to the Moscow Iaroslavskaia station. It took us a few minutes to decipher the cyrillic on our ticket, but eventually we located our train and compartment. Luckily we we entered our ...
... the next junction too. Why not? A young lad is bouncing a football down the street. Stop, wind down the window, mispronounce the address. I'm pretty sure Calip doesn't know where he's going. Having driven us round the block many times and bothered all local residents unfortunate enough to be in his way, Calip finally abandons the car in front of some shops, about 100m away from where we started. "This is the place" he says. It's not the ...