The Ritz-Carlton, Moscow

... That is the motive why
there are several tests doing the rounds. Analysis of blood, urine and
hair. The mature things in life are achieved only after dream-girl the
aptness tests. Parallel with going on a unfamiliar visit needs the same.

Hair
and nails are dead as far as something all the knowledge. But to save
the analysts, they are more than living attesters of sensitive habits.
Whisker outstandingly as it is attached to the scalp ...

... people so far and both on the train...the main one was Martin who was on my Cologne to Warsaw train. We talked that much that he started asking me for relationship advice???...obviously I gave him the best advice possible...he has a Polish girlfirend and because he knew Polish was able to set it up with the train guy that I could get of at the station that my next train left from so saved me alot of ...

... who were, just minutes ago, talking on their phones, laughing and in general, were quite congenial, turn into something completely different when they pass through the metro gates. Cast your mind back to Metropolis - remember those crowds of men going underground to work? Did you see them smiling, laughing, joking? No, you did not. They had blank stares and walked like zombies. This then, is what happens to Muscovites. Once in the metro, the crowd seems ...

... and churches all got the unique style of onion dome and beautiful colors. Walking on Red square bring back all the memories back in 1991 and before when history took place, the year when communism collapse. This day, Russia is full of Western stores like Louie Vutton, Mc Donald's, Sbarro, 7 11 and more. Red square is filled with tourists, interestingly predominately from Russia , taking photos. My first stop is St. Basil cathedral, the most important ...

... he used the tour guide as an interpreter. "She looks like she has a lazy eye," he said of the painting in the Hermitage. Sorena was utterly confused, but the guide with an advanced art history degree was very polite and explained to her his imbecilic interpretation of art. After a while he monopolized the tour guide's attention to translating his conversations with his date, and with all the fascinating events that ...

... won't allow us to upload. Must run lots still to see, maybe going to the statue graveyard.......sounds creepy........???? Sunday Bumped into Warren and Tash (the Aussies from St Petersburg) at the ballet last night...then again at the market this morning. We hung out during the day which was cool, then went our separate ways, but who'd bet against us meeting up somewhere along the way...keep taking the photos guys!!

... Bulgakov wrote about in Master and Margarita, which I really enjoyed. We also passed by Dostoevsky's house, the Military museum, the Soviet Theatre, The largest cathedral in the orthodox church, a student restaurant in the theme of an old time Russian railway station, and countless, countless monuments of writers, poets, playwrights, and Lenin. There is a sculture monument every five minutes it seems. The ...

... The park has been gussied up for tourists and they've added in more sculptures, such as the muscular body erupting out of stone and Pinnochio! I was tramping all over the grass getting in close for good pictures and I didn't realise that the guards were mobilising to move in until I got a subtle warning to stop and move on! Another gem we were brought to on our tour was the Gorky House Museum. This was the house that Stalin "gifted" to Maxim ...

... was 7 days away.I took my shirt off,made a turban out of it and rushed back to cabin to see if my friend was ok.The asswhipe was still outside our cabin.When he saw me,he ran away with his friend and i didn't see them after that.Situation over. At the next station, Novosibirsk I think, the police came to question me.I told them like the situation went.After that, they wanted me to leave the train and go to a hospital.I refused of course and the rest of the trip we fixed the huge cut over my head.

... apron, who sat and smoked under the 'no smoking' sign in the restaurant carriage. We don't think we ever saw him smile. The scenery out of the train window was constantly silver birch forests for miles and miles. Occasionally this was broken up with hay fields, they don't bale the hay here but stack it in an old fashioned hay stack style. Every so often we would see 'dashas' which are little wooden houses ...