Leaving Russia with Love
Trip Start
Sep 13, 1997
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Trip End
Oct 02, 1997
It is our last day in Russia! Because our plane departed at the late afternoon, so we don't have to leave until around 2:30 p.m.. We have to vacate the room before room anyway. They need to clean up everything for a new group arriving today.
It was almost October at this time. I heard this next group was the last one they will serve in 1997. What would happen to this crew when the tourist season finally over? Will they have the same nicely paid job as this one? I started to wonder . . . The only sure thing I know is: the Russian winter is very harsh, much harsher than in most part of the U.S......
The last morning, by my request, we went into the town to visit the Monastery of Alexander Nevsky. Not for viewing more churches, cathedrals or chapels, I just want to see the tombs of some famous Russians. Among them, of course my favorite musician - Tchaikovsky. His tomb is nicely decorated, guarded by black angels. I know people still are puzzled by what caused Tschaikovsky's suicide. But that is history, may his soul rest in peace.
It finally turned sunny again when we arrived at St. Petersburg airport. Ironically it's time to leave. I used my final Rubles to purchase several classic music CDs. Then wave goodbye to Russia.
I think I will be back to this country. Maybe, crossing the Siberia to Vladivostok (海參崴 in Chinese) next time.
It was almost October at this time. I heard this next group was the last one they will serve in 1997. What would happen to this crew when the tourist season finally over? Will they have the same nicely paid job as this one? I started to wonder . . . The only sure thing I know is: the Russian winter is very harsh, much harsher than in most part of the U.S......
The last morning, by my request, we went into the town to visit the Monastery of Alexander Nevsky. Not for viewing more churches, cathedrals or chapels, I just want to see the tombs of some famous Russians. Among them, of course my favorite musician - Tchaikovsky. His tomb is nicely decorated, guarded by black angels. I know people still are puzzled by what caused Tschaikovsky's suicide. But that is history, may his soul rest in peace.
It finally turned sunny again when we arrived at St. Petersburg airport. Ironically it's time to leave. I used my final Rubles to purchase several classic music CDs. Then wave goodbye to Russia.
I think I will be back to this country. Maybe, crossing the Siberia to Vladivostok (海參崴 in Chinese) next time.
