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Assassinations and Pierogis
So apparently all the bridges over the Neva river in St. Petersburg raise during the night. They begin at 1:20, which is apparently a convenient excuse for husbands that don't make it home to their wives. With the bridges raised it is very difficult to make it around the city, you cannot get from one part to another. Excuses, excuses.
Today was a very busy day in St. Petersburg. There were 10 cruise ships at port, ...
The Awesome Catherine Palace
... of the most impressive buildings in all of St Petersburg. The fortress is the oldest building in the city. Peter the Great began building it in 1706 as protection against the Swedes. Ironically, Peter defeated the Swedes before the fortress could be finished.
We drive to the Peter & Paul Fortress. There we go directly to the Peter and Paul Cathedral built between 1712 and 1733. The Cathedral is the burial place for all Russian czars from Peter I to Alexander ...
Leningrad
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The rest of my time in St P involved exploring the canals, taking random subway trips, viewing Peter and Pauls fortress, admiring the architecture and always on the look out for the weird and wonderful. The wonderful being a popular pie shop called Stolle III. Sweet and savory pies are what they are famed for, I went for a meat pie and an Earl Grey tea. This day was a long one so some ...
Russian Palace Roulette
... change my perception.
We left the ship with our passports, our “migration” cards (properly filled out), our ship identification card and our tour ticket. If you don’t have all of these, you won’t be going on your tour. The Russian immigration officials were curt, rude and overly unfriendly. You could smile at a statue and get more warmth in return.
Of the listed attractions, today we saw Peterhof Palace, Peter and Paul Fortress from ...
Work is the Curse of the Drinking Classes
... was terrible, and I was stuck in a traffic jam only seen in the innermost circle of Hell. Luckily Laura and I ended up on the same bus, so we were able to share our misery. Somewhere on our island, an old man got on the bus with a bag of groceries, looking the worse for wear. Bandaged and bruised, he stood for a bit and refused a seat, and then seemed grateful when one was offered to him later. Unfortunately, he sat in front of Laura. Turning around to face her, he ...