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Travel Blogs from St. Petersburg
... a tailwind all the way so we landed about 45 minutes early. Got through customs fine after a decent queue. Withdrew what seems like a lot of money at the ATM but in reality wasnt. About 30 roubles to the dollar at the moment.
My first chance to practice my Russian wasn't glorious (just asking for directions to the toilet) but I made myself understood. Those language books have paid off! Caught the shuttle bus from the airport to ...
... was slowly making her way back from the dockside.
When I say “slowly” however, that’s exactly what it was. It soon became clear that the strength of the wind was causing the Black Watch some difficulty getting away; as fast as she was trying to leave the dock, the wind seemed to be blowing her back again. There was no way she was going ...
... experience for a photographer: I am so used to dropping everything as that golden evening light spreads, because I know there will be ten or twenty minutes of perfect light if I'm lucky. Here I could look and think, "gosh, pretty light, I'll just finish this course and then go out and take a photo."
At half past midnight it was time to pack back into the bus to go to where the boat was to pick us up. We found the whole of Elva staff waiting there on ...
... to our apartment which is in the old town (ie. reconstructed old town as it was destroyed during WWII). Unfortunately taxis cannot go in the old town so we're left carrying our heavy load. The apartment is small but fine and practical. Wifi works which is great. There's still paperwork to be done and emails to send. The sale of our house is going through which is a relief and we send a few emails to sollicitor and bank with instructions. We're a bit nervous about doing ...
... shakes the pavement. At full height,
Illumined by the pale moonlight,
With arm out flung, behind him riding
See, the bronze horseman comes, bestriding
The charger, clanging in his flight.
All night the madman flees; no matter
Where he may wander at his will,
******* his track with heavy clatter
There the bronze horseman gallops still…”
(The entire poem: http://web.ku.edu/~russcult/culture/han ...