Le Tenant Apartment Service Moscow

... of the planes was remarkable, and the field was filled amass with all kinds of machines. Jenny fell in love with a cute little hover craft whilst Chris immersed himself into the big fighter jets and concord. In the food marquee business people gathered together and bought bottles of vodka, easily consumed with their meals.

Since then we have moved to a different part of Moscow, as Chris and Jenny's landlady was not at all happy that we would be ...

... he agreed with me. Turns out Nikolai grew up in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. He told me that that even though he was Russian, he thought that the Uzbeks were much more friendly. It was great to get a Russian perspective from someone looking from the outside.

Yet the more I dug deeper into Russia, the more I realized that the people really weren't cold and distant. Yes it did take time to get to know them ...

... low hills and tree lined fields of predominantly silver birch and fir trees.
Photo opportunities are a bit scarce today. Besides being a bit nippy, Dave is keeping his foot firmly on the accelerator! He did stop, though, for a photo of a Sukhoi (aircraft) but he is saving that one for his 'Boy's Blog'.
We arrived at Penza mid afternoon and decided to carry on to Moscow as it was only 180 k's away. Not a ...

... I got to the right apartment. They are quite helpful. Except he smokes while he drives 9 blow the smoke out of the window of course. 4) One of the experience I learned traveling in Russia is set your expectation low and look at everything with an open eye. The system is run so differently here that it is quite amusing. Instead of taking things all with the negative attitude, just look and smile and say to yourself, how spoiled you are at ...

... of my carriage. Milli is sound asleep & snoring. Ugh. 9:36am Moscow time (11:36 local time) Tyumen; 2144 km's from Moscow It seems my body has completely changed over to Moscow time (I know there is only 2 hours time difference now). I just had my bowl of breakfast noodles. Milli is playing solitaire by herself with an actual deck of cards (rather than the computerised deck on her iPod). It seems weird. I only say that because she is making all the electronic clicking ...

... Lenin looked like he was made of wax, and because there was a light shining at his head, it looked like he was glowing. The guards were lacking in a sense of humour and kept clicking their fingers to hurry us along. The Armoury was a collection of treasures that used to belong to the Tsars. We liked the crowns and the diamond encrusted thrones, and the collection of ornate carriages. There was also a camp armoured horse (a real horse!). On the second day ...

... absolutely never, be able to really know anything about how things work in this city. Today (July 29th) is a perfect example. We still hadn't visited Lenin in all his dead glory to date, and since we are leaving on Thursday (July 31st) for our respective following travels, we really had to check it off the "have to" list. In all honesty we tried on Friday last, but alas, the entire Red Square was closed so that Russia's puppet President could say some things to a few ...

... houses the Kremlin Opera. We had tried to get tickets but nothing was showing while we were there. We were walked up an avenue that opened onto a large square, on one side of which was the huge Presidential Palace. It was pretty clear that we were not allowed to go anywhere near it. On our side was a group of cathedrals, in the suitably named Cathedral Square. Outside the Ivan the Great Bell Tower sat the huge, cracked Tsar Bell, apparently the largest in the world. Nearby ...

... were somewhat ironic and appropriate - ironic choice of programme given American Dad's lampooning of the Conservative American stereotype that is still concerned about the potential for a Red under every bed, and appropriate given that Tetris was originally developed by a Russian. We landed in Russia at about 2:30pm local time, half an hour late. Passport Control was a straight forward process, I filled in the migration card, handed over my passport to the woman in ...

... meats, bread, hot oatmeal or rice porrage are the staples of a russian breakfast. the next meal is in the afternoon and then later at night for a small meal. The traffic doesn't seem to be as bad as St. Petersburg. Maybe thats because other than our first organized tour, i never got in a car. Still, you don't trust the drivers or you could get run over. we did get stuck in a traffic jam around the kremlin as they block roads when Putin is moving through the ...