Hotel Duslik Bulak - II
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- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... faffing around and they didn’t even seem to be particularly sorry once they finally boarded the bus.
So back into the city and we were dropped off outside St Isaacs Cathedral – absolutely amazing inside and the photos don’t really show the grandeur and opulence of it all. This was another building which was severely damaged during the last war and had been restored. One interesting thing were the pictures which were ...
... a common phrase to describe that you are very tired is "I am tired like a dog." To me this is just absolutely perfect, so spot on. Growing up, every morning I would pet my dogs and be completely jealous of their ability to keep sleeping. I always said I wanted to be a dog for the day and just be able to sleep. My life is now complete with this Russian phrase. It all makes sense now.
Okay so maybe it doesn't aaalllll make sense. One order of business in Russia that I ...
... on Bauman street. Everything you need is on Bauman, including my apartment- extremely ideal location!! I have posted some pictures of Bauman Street.
Speaking of where I live, I absolutely love my host mom. Actually, I would say she is borderline бабуш 82;а (grandma), which really makes my Russian experience complete. The бабуш 82;и (grandmas) in Russia are one of a kind, ...
... has a surface of 70 million square kms and it still battles with some neighbours for more land.
Back to Pete. He married Elisabeth first and she was a selfish little party girl. Opulence and abuse were running in her corrupt vains and Petie boy built the Winter Palace for her. It has 1057 rooms where Madame hosted costumed balls every second night while the Russian peasants were starving out in the cold coutryside. When Madame died, she left behind ...
... in and finished it. Then the waiter came by and asked if we wanted dessert. He had forgotten my main course! With considerable exasperation, I said, "Where's my fish?!" "Oh!" he exclaimed, and got the menu we had both pointed to when I ordered. (It wasn't a language issue; we had both been clear on it at the time.) So he brought me my fish, which was a stack of small fried whole fish, which were tasty and well prepared. We did ...