I wanted to go back to Red Square, to get some nighttime photos. I figured it would look great with the lights on.
As I step outside, I start feeling drops on my head. I had just looked at the weather app, it said there would be some light rain at 1am. I wouldn’t be out that late, otherwise I’d be locked out of the hostel.
It is light rain and I won’t be out long, quick photos and back.
I come out of the station, and I see few lights. Dang.
I had wanted to do the same in Saint Petersburg, but never made myself do it.
On the way to a different station entrance, a guy stops me and asks something. I respond with, “I don’t understand Russian.”
Oh, he knows a little English. I’m standing there in the rain and he wants my life story.
After a few minutes, he asks if I was going to the Metro. Then he walks with me, pushing a rental bike, through a tunnel under the roadway. He parks the bike in its cradle and walks with me into the station.
At this point, I’m not certain if he’s being friendly, or going to rob me. Big city, out of towner, it happens.
Then wants to know if I have phone number in Russia. He wanted to call me and invite me to go to church with him.
Oh vey!
