To the capital..
Trip Start
Aug 13, 2007
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Trip End
Aug 13, 2008
After an interesting experience (shouts, screams, huffs and lots of mutterings of "you English Pig Dogs") at the train ticket / bank / travel / hotel and any other form of touristy function type center building in St. Petersburg. I managed to get a ticket for the over-night to Moscow, 800km in 8hrs.. a standard journey for the average Russki! And I was surprised that the line was still operational after the previous weeks explosion.. but i guess the 6-9months of delays we experience in the UK is simply smugged over in Russia!
But first another adventure on the metro, down into over crowded depths again - fully loaded with my supplies for the year.. waiting for the train was arduous and concerning.. then the arrival, the scrum of people shoving and pushing passed.. a tug and push i felt from my rear trouser pocket and pack respectively.. strange.. so i turned and backed into a corner chucking a aggravated face with.. but low and behold an infamous Russia metro pickpocket stood a couple of paces in front of me.. amusingly enough i started to chuckle to myself.. he was attempting in a very slap-dashly, haphazard manor to remove from my possession half roll of toliet paper.. : ) (which was there from an earlier nose bleed). we (I) exchanged a glancing smerk and the door closed just after he returned to the platform..
Moscow station was found, and i crashed out on the train, 2 old ladies and a young apprentice / trainee photographer shared my compartment. Conversation and more constricted sleep..
But first another adventure on the metro, down into over crowded depths again - fully loaded with my supplies for the year.. waiting for the train was arduous and concerning.. then the arrival, the scrum of people shoving and pushing passed.. a tug and push i felt from my rear trouser pocket and pack respectively.. strange.. so i turned and backed into a corner chucking a aggravated face with.. but low and behold an infamous Russia metro pickpocket stood a couple of paces in front of me.. amusingly enough i started to chuckle to myself.. he was attempting in a very slap-dashly, haphazard manor to remove from my possession half roll of toliet paper.. : ) (which was there from an earlier nose bleed). we (I) exchanged a glancing smerk and the door closed just after he returned to the platform..
Moscow station was found, and i crashed out on the train, 2 old ladies and a young apprentice / trainee photographer shared my compartment. Conversation and more constricted sleep..

