Senator Business Hotel
How has this hotel rated in the past?
TripAdvisor Reviews Senator Business Hotel Yekaterinburg
Travel Blogs from Yekaterinburg
... today." No doubt, but I'm sure Russian railways have to put up with far worse and manage to keep the trains running. We were happy to be traveling by train as there was a report in the previous day's bulletin that a small plane carrying the Total Oil company's CEO had crashed on take-off at Moscow airport and all four on board had been killed - it had hit a snow plough on the runway driven by a driver who was drunk. Alcohol, it seems, is still a ...
... and a memorial.
However, the priest's don't speak any Russian so I made do with just looking around.
The return bus was in 90 minutes and I had walked round the whole complex in 30 minutes and it was freezing cold.
Time to add even more layers......good job I had a contingency plan.
Just at that moment, the skies cleared and the sun came out.
Whoever was the Russian Orthodox God was looking down on me.
I felt like I should go into the church and ...
... were looking cleaner with a lot of the dust washed away)! And as Carol had decided it was turning into just one of those 'Man Flu' days, we were going to ignore both my ailments and the weather and enjoy the walk anyway. They just don’t understand do they?
The people of Yekaterinburg have been very clever in helping tourists find their way around by producing a map with a red line on it that completes a circuit of the city passing ...
... the wounded in hospitals. But you can be a good person but a bad leader. Still, no-one deserves their fate.
Leaving the church, I still had a few hours to kill before my train. I went and grabbed a pizza and glass of Jacobs Creek at Momma's Big House. I wanted Russian food but they didn't have any on their menu. After dinner I caught the metro back to the train station and walked to a supermarket to buy supplies for my 56 hour train ride ahead. Got stuff for breakfast and ...
... script. We mooched by the waterfront and ducked into a cafe that had 'the best pies in all Yekaterinburg' and they were mighty fine. They need a tradition like the pie shop in Reading, though, where the lady narrates a list of available pies at the start, saving you from asking for rabbit-niet-and salmon-niet. We also saw Katya's favourite theatre, another old wooden building, a theatre of the avant-garde, named for the director, the inside ...