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Red for Beautiful
... your in the right spot by how many brides you see in their big white dresses.
It seems the tradition in Russia is to have your wedding photos at many locations, and the party just moves around the sights. Included in these sights is the WWII war memorials. I was standing at the one by the Kremlin waiting for the changing of the guard ( see silly walk photo), when I felt something rubbing my leg. It turned out to be a bride ...
Moscow!!
... to get from one end to the other. The driving tour lasted around 4 hours, including stops for pictures. My pictures are not the best as the whole day it was overcast and at some points it rained so all the photos are dark and gloomy. When we went to the lookout over the city I did not take any photos as all I could see was fog and darkness. Despite the gloomy weather it was great to see the Kremlin Walls from the distance, I got a great view of one side of it and got to see ...
Into the Motherland
... called that) before feeling as though I got my money's worth. After the Kremlin, I walked over to the massive Cathedral of Christ the Saviour, admiring its grandeur from all around. I then walked through a large underground mall (situated right beside the Kremlin and Red Square) in order to cool off. After a quick bite at the food court, I made my way back to the hostel for a relaxing evening before calling it a ...
Nyet, Nyet, Nyet...Sparsiba
... in the tour group. There was the outcasts (or better yet the cool kids), me and a few others and the nerds who wouldn’t leave the tour guide who were just pains in the ass (think bogan questions like, why is this different here, why doesn’t that work). I haven't come here for a haircut (although it is finally starting to grow back after the slaughter in Tromso). I brushed the tour about halfway through day one. I’m glad the group splintered the way it did, or Russia ...
The Spirit of Moscow
... that will take me back to the station nearest to Red Square but of course I mispronounce the name when buying a ticket and end up alighting at a different part of the city. Up on the street I chance upon an English speaker who points the way, about three kilometres to the Kremlin, an interesting walk on a hot August day.
Moscow on foot is OK. I pass loads of interesting buildings, hear snippets of conversation I will never understand and dodge ...