Trip Start Jul 16, 2013
36Trip End Oct 07, 2013
I'm off to my Russian lesson. This time we're meeting at a suburb where there are supposed to be lots of Russians. It means that I also need to catch a different train.
Looks like someone's taking her hamster for a walk.
There's a huge shopping centre at the train station but this shop was much more interesting. Jars of fish, pickled cucumbers galore, Armenian cognac, flat breads. One of the most interesting food shops I've ever seen.
Actually, Russia Town wasn't really like what I expected. Just a couple of shops. I'd expected a whole street of cyrillic. I gather that the Russians are laying low... heaps of them around but they're trying not to make too many waves. Perhaps afraid of being blamed for that wall...
We eventually sat down at a café opposite. We chat in Russian and I note down words I don't know. I've now got pages of them and I haven't really got around to learning any of them. But I'm getting used to it again and I've been corrected often enough over certain constant mistakes that it might eventually sink in.
After my tutor left I decided to have something to eat. I thought the snack shop opposite might be run by Kazakhs or something like that but of course they were Turkish.
I opted for a Turkish pizza and I must say it was superb.
As everywhere there was beer on tap and small bottles of spirit for a couple of dollars.
How's this. Hidden among the long grass were these two Soviet soldiers. I thought it was only the Japanese who thought the war was still on. I presume the long grass wasn't intentional but it suits it.
Back in the tram. Notice the vending machine. It's a full-blown ticket machine. You can even use it to by monthly tickets. The German system works and it's been working for a while. You'd think that in Australia they would just take an existing system rather than try unsuccessfully to develop one of our own.
Advertisement for a sandwich. What's that doing in my blog? The price? No, check out the bottom of the door. This was an ad on the back of a toilet door in a shopping centre toilet. I find it a bit off-putting myself.
Back in town this is apparently an old synagogue, destroyed during the war, but not by the Germans but rather by allied bombing.
Want to find a policeman, just head for the synagogue, I think it's got a 24 hour guard.
Just a street near my new digs to give a bit of local colour.
I've got no idea what was in here but I suspect that it, along with the synagogue, were rebuilt after the war. But don't get the idea that this building is anything that unusual. Unlike Melbourne there are heaps of buildings like this here and unlike Brisbane - where there's only about one, none here have been turned into a casino. And an extremely grotty casino at that.
This looks impressive except it reminds me more of Eastern Europe. Here the pubs - and the accompanying outside seating - are generally more cozy.
I'm not sure what the story was here... were they selling something? It was in a major square near a major transport hub near the centre. In any case it looked like fun for the children.
And nearby this t-shirt - Jews for Jesus. Pretty stupid when you think about it. Unless you think that being Jewish is a blood thing... yeah that'd be right.
On the whole rather bizarre, people with t-shirts saying Jews for Jesus, handing out literature in a Christian country. I had to ask her what will happen after she dies and she told me she'll go to heaven. And all the Chinese? Nope. Typical - when they're Jews they're the chosen people - when they become Christians they're still the chosen people!
Perhaps Christians could do something similar in Israel? No, I know what you're thinking - not Christians against the New Testament... how about Christians saving Jews?