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Travel Blogs from Rostov-on-Don
An in-transit report
... I think I get a bottom bunk tonight which will be good because this is an 18 hour ride. Too late to cancel the Rostov hotel but they did let me turn up at 7am so I got to shower and have a bit more sleep and recover from the first train before embarking on the second. Still no pics, I only have some of the gorge at the border and one or two of Vladikavkaz station, and it's raining cats and dogs here in Rostov so there may not be any from here either. Better check the forecast for ...
You have little present for me?? Maybe bottle?
... sun in our back window since our first day in Romania...it is now thoroughly skunked and wouldn't be drunk by any of us. But the guard looks at it, looks pretty happy and tells us to go on our way. Now that's my kind of bribe to pay ;)
By the time all 3 cars are through the border, its almost 11pm, so once again we just pulled off to the side of the road and ...
Baba Olya
... we could have done? I don't know! Normally Baba Olya was a cheerful face among the crowd, she was also ready to share the latest gossip and would embelish it freely! She would often have tears of joy running down her face as she was thankful just to make it through another day. Bye Baba ...
Back to Russia...
I have just made it back to Russia. I had a 3 month break in the middle because my passport was stolen by a Russian police officer. I strongly advise that if you can help if, to never have to travel on an emergency passport - not fun! I love Rostov on Don. I love Russia. It is great to be back. I live in my own apartment this time. Which makes life easier ...
ILLEGAL ENTRY #6 (RUSSIA TO UKRAINE)
... I passed an orange statue of Lenin or a saint. At one point, a "miliciya" jeep drove within fifteen feet of where I visibly walked with my two bags. For some surprising reason, they didn't stop. I had to jump over many private fences at the end of town, cutting through the yards of weekend cottage owners. I walked through the fields and ate a Snickers bar and walked. The sun came up. I walked and pooped and walked. A guy on ...