Further down the rabbit-hole

Dobra dyen’ from Moscow.

We arrived on the overnight train from St. Petersburg at 5.30 in the morning, after an unfortunate drama (more on that a little later) that had taken place on board. My first impressions of the city were formed whilst in a state of mild shock and I mainly remember garish smears of coloured lights flashing past the taxi window in the pre-dawn gloom. Immediately I felt slightly cut adrift and a little homesick. However, after a good meal (served by waiters in serf uniforms – how quaint!) and a cab ride back to the hotel given to us by a deranged driver who spoke good English, I warmed to the place a little. The sight of the city lit up by night went straight to the heart of me – I go weak at the knees at the sight of any metropolis after the sun has gone down, and Moscow did not disappoint.

This morning we had a walking tour of the city, much as we had in St. Petersburg, which focused mainly on the Kremlin and the surrounding area. It’s almost impossible to put into words what this place is like; looking around it’s hard to know where to cast your eye as there is so much to see. At times it feels like you’re standing in the middle of a scene from a fairytale; all around you are exquisitely ornate buildings of varying colours, all in immaculate condition. St. Basil’s cathedral is especially breath-taking, even more so given my soft spot for Russian Orthodox churches.

Back to the ‘incident’ – some conniving, odious little s**t stole both our phones while we slept on the train. I believe it was the train guard. Suffice to say, I wish him a lifetime of pain and despair.
The internet is now my main point of contact with the rest of the world, so as from tomorrow evening I will be incommunicado until I reach Ulaan Baatar, the capital of Mongolia, in about a week’s time.

Another couple of humorous bits: the tour guide asking me in the lobby of the hotel when my ‘husband’ was coming down (which is wrong on so many levels, I don’t even know where to begin), and I discovered that the Russian word for brother is ‘brat’. Ha!

I hope everyone’s doing well, speak to you all once I’ve reached the land of Golden Horde.

KHAAAAAAN!

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