Author: SDSpivey

Фаберже

SDSpivey

While scrolling around on Google maps, last night, I spotted a museum that I had not noticed before.

In Houston (my god, was it really 3 years ago?), I visited the natural history museum. Among other exhibits, they had a collection of Fabergé art pieces, notably the eggs.

Up until then, I had presumed that Fabergé was French, but in fact Gustav Fabergé was Baltic German, but founded his jewelry company in Saint Petersburg. (The name sounds French and Fabergé’s sons founded the “Fabergé, Paris” line to distinguish themselves from their father.)

Under Tsar Alexander III, Fabergé was to make an “Easter egg” for the Empress, which led to making it an annual gift. Others then liked the idea and Fabergé made many eggs. Each is so detailed and delicate, it must have taken his workers months to make each one.

Looking at some of the paintings, I cannot see any brushstrokes, they are immaculate.

The Fabergé Museum is housed in a palace and contains over 4000 pieces. All the Imperial Easter eggs are connected to the rule of the last two Tsars. They have 9 Imperial eggs, only the Kremlin has a larger collection.

Sunday Morning

SDSpivey

I have visited all of the specific places that I had intended, or at least tried.

This is Sunday, so many things are probably not going to be open anyway. I’m going to take a light day, just find a nice park and watch the people.

But first, I made a count of my money, uh oh, I’ve spent faster that I should have. I have $557 in my wallet and head out to a currency exchange.

There is but a single teller, but no one else in line. I hand her my cash and specify I need rubles. She starts by going through and looking at the backs of each, removing a couple of twenties. Then inspects the fronts, discarding a few more and my hundred.

She then runs the rest under a UV light, nothing bad this time. She hands me the $180 and then the whole remainder goes into a mechanical counter. Twice. Pointing at the displayed total, I guess she said something about “is it right?” I just nod.

She then punches into a calculator, then turns it to me, I had done a quick exchange on my iPad app, it looks close enough, so I nod again. Apps do not give exchange rates, they only give average rates. If I were a huge bank making a transaction with another bank, I’d get better than what the app says.

My app said the 29,000 rubles is worth $334.92, so I lost about $2. I’ll just call that a transaction fee. Strange though how it came to such an exact even thousand amount. I thought I’d end up with some coins. I bet they always round down to the nearest 50 ruble.

After another count and calculation, I now have about 3700 rubles per day, way better than the 550/day I had a few minutes ago. Plus I still have the $180, so maybe another exchange will accept the bills.

Now food.
I am near my room, but I haven’t been in this location yet, so I start walking opposite to my arrival, seeking a restaurant.

Without a specified destination, I wander the streets. If a side street looks more interesting, then I turn, otherwise I go straight. Sometimes the best plans are to have no plan.

I see a blue dome over the rooftops, so I make a general aim for that, but without seeing it always, it is just a guideline, but I find it anyway.

It seems to be a church of some type, but it has two obelisks, made of cannons. Strange message for a peaceful organization. Perhaps it is a symbol to melt down all the world’s cannons.

The doors are closed, probably a Sunday service, but I hear nothing.

I remember seeing something while on the bus coming into town, a huge victory monument. That seems like something I should check out. Check the map, I ‘m only a few blocks from the metro. I exit and proceed to walk down the road, heading into an area that I already know has no lines. I will have to return the same distance no matter what.

If this isn’t a Soviet building, I don’t know what is.

There is a large round-about, over 6 major roads circulating, the memorial is in the center. The round-about must be 3 acres, the memorial is centered, clearly viewed by everyone who passes.

I see quite a few roadways in Saint Petersburg that have short tunnels for the pedestrian to cross busy roads. Fortunately, there is one here too.

It is some statuary, showing the brave soldiers who defeated the Nazis, all by themselves. Its not like any other

countries were in the war, right?It has a ringlike structure, with stairs descending. There are “eternal” flames along the inner ring. A door on the side leads me into a museum, highlighting some of the siege of Leningrad (the city’s name at the time). While not as bad as the siege of Stalingrad (now Volgograd), I remember hearing of it in school.

There are children grouped around, watching a film about the siege. Many artifacts are displayed around the walls and in cases in the middle.

A group of soldiers is here, whether on protection duty or just visiting, I don’t know. It is the largest group I’ve seen yet, maybe 25.

One section of the wall has, I presume, names of the fallen. Each end wall is covered in a mosaic mural, depicting the bravery and valor of the men.

Whatever you think about other countries, you need to remember most of the conflicts come from the governments. The ordinary people are the pawns who are required to go off and fight and die for the petty politicians, who are too inept to do anything themselves. The ordinary people are just trying to protect their own families.

Junk and a Zoo

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It must seem strange that I traveled thousands of miles and spent a lot of money and then I purposely start off my day going to a junkyard.

This is Nelson’s Courtyard. Just an eclectic assortment of random items, that have been painted in bright colors, and have messages all over.

I find the address easily enough, passing through a drive area. Around the corner, I see first of the items.

There is a man (later find out it is Nelson) repainting one of the items, and talking with a couple ladies. While taking photos, a white dog comes ambling up, I presumed it was a stray, but now I believe it to be Nelson’s.

He came over and wanted to shake my hand. I said I was from America and Florida. He seemed impressed, I don’t know if any Americans had been there before. It is possible that with anyone I meet, I could be the only American they will ever meet. That’s a lot of responsibility.

He indicated a entryway down, which I thought was more of the exhibit. Nope, it was his home, a small bomb shelter someone had built in the cold war. I had to duck as I entered, because the door was only little over four feet tall. The walls and ceiling were painted over with numerous messages.

He sat and indicated he wanted us to sit also. He had a guitar and proceeded to serenade us with song. He performed several songs, speaking between some.

I see his name on his computer screen, in Cyrillic, so I know it was likely him.

After a bit, I guess he said something to upset the lady, she was a bit harsher sounding than a few moments ago. They got up to leave and I followed. I was really wondering how I was going to get out without injuring feelings or having to donate.

NOTE: After I returned, I see the page for the courtyard states it is permanently closed. The photos are of the same area, most stuff is gone. I don’t know what happened to all the other stuff. I wish I had noticed that beforehand, so I could ask. But If I had, I would not have gone.

On my way back to the metro, I pass by Leningradskiy Zoopark. Being Saturday, there are large numbers of people here.

Looking at the weather, I had chosen not to wear my jacket today. A good choice as it would reach 68F, cool but tolerable. But still all I see are people all bundled up. It makes me feel like a Yankee in Florida, despite these people should be used to the cold.

Saint Petersburg Mosque, one of the largest in Europe

Many kids playing in the grass or running on the paths. A group were playing with bubble wands. In one area, I find some bronze miniature buildings. I spot St Basil’s Cathedral and a couple others I’ve seen somewhere.

I also see a building I just saw yesterday. Outside the Heritage Museum is palace square and on the out side of the square it a building curves around it. I little girl was crawling through it as I tried to photograph it.

The park contains the Saint Petersburg Zoo. I consider, but I’m sure they have nothing I haven’t seen here.

I need to go find out information, so I decide to visit the Grand Maket Russia. Killing two birds, so to speak.

Several metro stops and a brisk walk later, I find it. It is a huge miniature of various Russian areas, including Moscow and Saint Petersburg.

The room is large enough, you can’t see the other end.

There are moving trains and road vehicles, flashing lights, a working geyser, construction vehicles, etc.

The people are so tiny, but still detailed. Everything is as accurate as can be. There were chickens that moved around, but only about 1/8 inch in size, crazy details.

I am also near the bus stop where I need to catch the bus to the airport, in a few days.

I already know I need the #39 bus, but I don’t know if I can pay as I get on, or do I need to purchase ticket in advance.

There are dozens of buses there. The stop is on the edge of a busy road, and buses keep pulling in just as another pulls out.

I already have my question typed into translator, but I notice right away that the drivers are segregated in their own little compartments. I have no way to ask the drivers anything.

Finally, go to a small stand and ask, she calls someone and the answer is I can use a card on the bus. Not a solution and I say so. She then takes me down to the other end of the block, leaving her stand unguarded, to a ticket booth. Yes, I will not have to walk all the way to the airport dragging my luggage.

Click here for images of Grand Maket Russia

As I was planning to return to my room, I decided to try John Lennon street again, it was early enough that I might have success.

I did, of a sort. I returned to the alley and the gate that stopped me was open.

No Beatles, though. Well there was an image of John along with some other artists who died young. There is an anarchist bar behind the gate also.

I still don’t know if I was in the right area, but I did find something interesting.

The artists are: Kenneth Hensely (Uriah Heep), Jim Morrison (the Doors), Mikhail Gorsheniov (Korol i Shut), Sid Vicious (the Sex Pistols), Cliff Burton (Metalica), Yuri Klinskikh (Sektor Gaza), Jimi Hendrix, Ronnie Dio (Black Sabbath and Heaven & Hell), Freddie Mercury (Queen), Elvis Presley, Egor Letov (Grazhdanskaya Oborona), Kurt Cobain (Nirvana), Keith Flint (the Prodigy), Viktor Tsoi (Kino), Chester Bennington (Linkin Park and Stone Temple Pilots), John Lennon (the Beatles).

Museums

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After a nice shower, I looked at my saved locations. Oh, there is a museum I had wanted to visit. Not too far away.

Back in 1997, I went to my favorite theater, the Enzian, in Orlando. On this occasion, I saw a film starring Jeremy Irons, Dominique Swain, Melanie Griffith, and Frank Langella, called “Lolita.” It was originally a book by Russian author Vladimir Nabokov.

There happens to be a museum dedicated just to him, in the very house where he was born.

I enter and step up to a small desk with a computer on it. After a minute a lady comes out and points to a QR code, I use my iPad camera and open the link, but it is all in Russian. What I do gather is it is a way to purchase a ticket online with card.

I can’t (and don’t want to) use a card. I use translator to ask if I can pay cash. Apparently nyet, but she has me write down my name and email and takes the payment in cash, then she says she will pay online for me. Weird, just take my money and let me in. I don’t even care if the museum gets it.

She then asks if I would like to see a film about Nabokov, in English. Sure why not.

It is a interview from the BBC, 1962, called “30 minutes with Vladimir Nabokov.” I didn’t intend on watching a half hour, but it was somewhat interesting, so I watched. He stated he had color synesthesia (not in that term, maybe it wasn’t used in ’62), which is a condition where one perceives colors associated with numbers and/or letters.

I then browsed through the rest of the museum’s items, mostly photos of him and his family. There were also many games shown, he really liked playing chess, Scrabble, and other “thinking” games.

He was also an amateur lepidopterist, a collector of butterflies. Most of his specimens are on display.

There were many, many copies of his books, English, Russian, French, etc. He actually lived most of his life in USA, and wrote most of his books in English. He self translated Lolita into Russian. I had thought it was Russian to start.

As I said, I saw the 1997 film, but I also saw a Stanley Kubrick version from 1962, starring James Mason, Shelley Winters, Peter Sellers and Sue Lyon. With Sellers, I guess they thought the film needed some comic relief due to the theme.

I also found an unopened audiobook version at a yard sale, so I bought it. It was quite good.

After, I made another look at the map and there was another museum near, the Kunstkamera. I knew it as the oddity museum.

The majority of the collection is just anthropological items from ancient Inuits, American indians, Chinese, Koreans and Africans. But as this building was once home to the science society, it also now includes science and medical tools, along side human and animal specimens. It includes some medical curiosities, like a two-headed pig, which you can now view the skeleton.

Across the river was the Hermitage Museum, founded by Catherine the Great to house many of her artworks. Yes, nothing like having so much art, you are forced to have a huge mansion built just for them. The problems of the elite, I feel your pain sister.

Like the Louvre, I don’t think anyone can see the whole thing in one trip. There are rooms off of other rooms, halls that have expanse. Even with a map, I’m sure you’d still miss some rooms.

There are many Roman pieces, including busts of several Emperors. Also Egyptian works, not Tut’s or other pyramid stuff, more Roman and pre-Roman time periods.

There is a table with a lapis lazuli top, if you could find a piece that big today, it would run you tens of millions. Another had multi-stone inlays making a image. Certainly took time to produce.

Many marble “bowls” that are taller than me. I have to presume they were bird baths that you’d have in your garden and look down at them from your balcony.

Three items on my list and three successes. Hurray!

Hunger was getting to me, so I searched for restaurants. My eye immediately landed on Cafe Rasputin, I had to go.

I had a house specialty salad and a traditional meat soup. Both were good.

Update

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I noticed in my settings I had blocked new subscribers. I changed that.

If you had tried to comment before, you should be able sign up now. I will have to approve your comments, but I think once I do, they should be auto-approved.

 

Day two

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I awaken the next morning, ready to take the city on. Looking at my saved places, it seems none open until 10 or 11.

I decide if I am going to try the metro today, I might as well go to the farthest place, then I can work my way back.

Lakhta Tower is a spire skyscraper on the edge of the Sea of Finland, and it is at the last station, Begovaya, on the green line.

I enter the metro, scan my card, and proceed. I was worried that the card I bought, still needed to be “charged up”.

It was rush hour, so quite busy. I’m in no rush, so I walk along the walls to keep out of other’s way.

The London Underground has a station with a very long escalator, one I fell on. Nevsky Prospekt had an even longer one, we must be 400 ft below the surface.

I find the correct platform and get on the next train. The stops are quite far apart, I think mostly due to traveling under an island.

Lakhta Tower

As I exit, I see a building with large lettering, “Atlantic City.” Uh oh, I ended up in New Jersey.

It is surprising how many western company names there are, all seem to be in Latin characters. KFC, Coke, McDonalds, Bulgari, John Frieda, Spar, etc.

I pull out the map, but Google is saying I’m at Rybatskoye, which is at the other end of the line. Weird that a random GPS fix would have been that specifically wrong. I definitely knew I wasn’t there, but I could imagine someone freaking out that they’d gone the wrong way.

The tower is a 22 minute walk away.

I see a section of road with a very skimpy fence across it, with razor wire. There is another fence about 30 yards beyond. There is nothing to stop anyone from just walking around the fence, nor an evidence they are doing any work on that section. I do not think it would stop anyone determined to drive through it.

I do notice they love their razor wire. It is everywhere, just about every fence, across the rooftops between buildings, around road support pillars…

I’m hoping to go to the top and check out the view, maybe there is an observation deck. I don’t get to find out, there is a fence around the building. They are still working on it.

Strike #2. Not doing too good on my chosen locations.

A park lay on the way back to the station, so I browsed through. Many people out with dogs. I saw a kid on a swing, at 9:30. Why wasn’t he in school?

Each subway station has its own theme or design. I had the idea of stopping and seeing each. I only did a few before I realize that I’ll waste too much time doing that.

I exit the metro, and spot a Spar grocery. I need shampoo, so I browse. I picked up the smallest bottle they had, I hope I can get it through airport security to Moscow. I’d hate to have to buy another, even if it is cheap.

I also grabbed a bottle of grapefruit juice, payed, and exited.

As I open the bottle, nope, it is grapefruit soda. I drink it anyway.

The irony is, my hair is too short to bother with washing too often, but I can use it as body wash. As I left for Georgia, my hair started poking up in one area. I had thought about cutting it before, but it should be good for a few more weeks. Now, it is too short to comb, but long enough to look messy if I don’t.

Afternoon

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Okay, it was well after noon, I didn’t wake until about 4:30.

I took a shower, but did not have any shampoo or soap. Most American and European hostels have some or at least some other guest has theirs in there that I can steal a bit. A shower without soap is still better than no shower at all. It really did feel better to get rinsed off and get clean clothes on.

As with most hotel/hostel showers, this was one that either was freezing or scalding. There is no in between. Why do they pick these controls that are so hard to figure out. Hot water control and cold water control, that’s what they need. Simple. Stop all this one handle does everything BS. Alton Brown may have a dislike for mono-taskers, but I think he’d agree with me on this point.

With the large number of people who spend long periods in airports, I wonder why they don’t have pay showers. It seems to me a good income source. Maybe some do, I just never saw any.

There is a nearby restaurant with “modern Russian food.” I order 3 crêpes, totally Russian, those French must have stole the idea. Right?

One is meaty like stroganoff, the second is filled with a sweet cream, the third has red caviar. Yes, I’m extravagant. They are all good, but the caviar is too salty. If I say something is too salty, you should believe it, as I like salt on most everything. Perhaps if I had eaten that one first, while I was hungrier, I could have finished it.

Since I now had a fully charged map device, I looked at my Google map and picked the first saved location. I was going to go see Lenin. No, not Lenin, Lennon, the bloke from Liverpool. There is a small alleyway that is decorated with drawings and paintings on the walls of the Beatles.

I walked along admiring the sites. Occasionally looking at the map or taking a photo of some interesting building.

I was looking, but didn’t see it. I walked back a bit, with the map open, and went down it.

There was just an ordinary area between two buildings, then a gate. There was a small group ahead of me that stopped at the gate, which was chained. They turned around and left. I did the same.

I don’t know if the artwork was past the gate or if it had been removed, but I was disappointed. My first item was a strikeout.

Nothing else was nearby, and it was starting to darken, so I picked a different route and headed back.

Arrival

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As we enter Saint Petersburg, I see signs for “9 Maя” (May 9th) and banners being removed. I don’t know what May 9th is, but I guess I missed some sort of celebration.

We made a few stops, letting people off. Including at the stop where I have to get the airport shuttle, good to know it for sure.

Finally, my last stop, 5am.

I walk up the street to the Metro, but I already know it doesn’t open until 6. Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier?

I wait there a bit before deciding that if I walk to the next station, I will not only be closer, but the station might be open then. Spend the time walking or spend it freezing.

I easily find the next station and I’m able to go in to get a pass.

The machines have multiple languages, but only dispense singles. I want a 7-day pass.

Using Google translate, I ask a guard (yes all the stations have military guards, normal?) he has me go over to a window.

I try to get a 7-day pass, but am told they don’t have that. Wikipedia has failed me. I do get a 5-day pass, 1000₽.

I think more about using the metro right then, I have my bags and I don’t want to have to go through more security. I only have one stop to go, so why not walk and see more of the city. Actually, if I rode, I would have to walk back a little towards where I was anyway.

I walked through a park. It had a very fine gravel, so I had to carry my suitcase. But I saw a lot of interesting buildings and statues.

After a while, I arrived where I needed to be. As I feared, I see nothing of my hostel. I had looked at street view on Google, but the images were years old and they blur out some signs sometimes.

Using the camera translate, I found a hostel and went in. There was a million year old elevator. I didn’t know what floor, so I had to use the stairs anyway.

I walked all the way to the top, translating at each door. The top door had a sign that had something to do with a hostel, so I hope it is it. The door is locked. I press a button, no answer. I’m about to go back down, when a couple of women in robes and head coverings come out. They know a tiny bit of English, but let me in. I walk down the hall, all the way to the end. No sign of an office, so I walk back to the main door.

I recheck my mail again. A week ago, I had sent a support notice asking about the location and still had nothing.

Now I have to do the thing I didn’t want to do, I had to take my phone off airplane mode and make a call.

I call the hostel, but only get a recording in Russian. Great, now I don’t have a room and I may have an additional charge on my phone bill.

I go back down and out, rechecking every sign on every door. Nothing.

There is a kebab place with its door open, so I go in to ask. Still no English, but I guess he’s had other people ask, so he points me to the right place. The sign on the door says “Diskette”. I had seen this on streetview, but that isn’t the name on the booking site. It doesn’t even make sense.

Again I climb the stairs, translating at each door. I find it. The main door is a jar, but there is another just inside. I press the button that has an English sign telling me to.

I wait a few moments, but no one comes. I look more through the window, the clerk is laying her head on the desk. I press the button again (which does make an audible tone), her head comes up, she looks around and then lays back down.

I don’t want to be rude, but she needs to let me in, so I press a third time. This time she looks through the window and sees me and indicates I have to open the door after I press the button. The sign says nothing about that.

I show her my reservation and she verifies I am at the right place.

Check in is at 2, but I can leave my bags in the corner.

After my walk, I’m a bit sweaty, so I take off my jacket and leave everything there. My iPad was below 20%, so I left that too.

As I get back outside, I realize, I can’t go very far, I have no directions. That’s alright, the building on the corner has a row of balloons, so I should be able to return easily enough.

I walk down towards the metro station where I was originally going to get off, looking for breakfast.

The reason Russians are poor is because the businesses are never open. I could not find a single place on that street that opened before 8am, many were 11 o’clock openers.

Irony is that there are bakeries everywhere, but none open early enough for workers to get anything on the way.

I left the hostel about 6:15 and can’t check in until 2, but I also can’t go anywhere for the next 8 hours. Total catch-22. Also, I still don’t have my watch on and don’t have my phone or iPad, so I have no way of knowing the time.

I went down to the mentioned subway, crossed the street, then went down to another subway entrance, crossed and returned. Nothing for food was open, even when I asked someone the time, and waited at a restaurant doorway. I never saw anyone inside.

Finally, I found a place and got a pastry and orange juice. I went down to the subway plaza and sat in the sun to eat.

I noticed I was the least dressed person, period. I was not even that uncomfortable, in the sun. So much for the hardy Russian.

Since I had nothing to do and I was getting tired (Ok, more tired), I went back to the hostel. There was a new person, still no English, I asked if I could pay extra to check in early. She typed on the computer and made a phone call, but told me that the room wasn’t ready yet. It was around 8:30, so likely no one had checked out yet.

She allowed me to sit in the lobby, where I was beginning to pass out. Finally, around 11, she let me check in, for an extra 250₽, that’s a lot for 3 hours, but I was glad to.

We were on the 5th floor and she led me down to 3rd to my room.

I plugged in my iPad and considered a shower, but went straight to bed.

Bus to Russia

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As the bus arrived, the bus had windows all the way to the back, no sign of onboard toilet.

We all gather around shoving our bags at the driver to put underneath.

There was an old lady (a babushka) in front of me and the steps were high, so I tried to offer a hand up, but I think she thought I wanted to cut in front of her. I was trying to be a good Samaritan, but I should act like a normal Russian.

I was in the second row, but I was in seat #1. WTF were the seats in front of me called?

I had the pillow and blanket, still in the bag, from the flight. So I placed them against the window and tried to sleep. Mostly successfully, I didn’t see much of the Estonian country side.

About midnight, as we neared Narva, on the border, we made a few quick stops and some people got off.

Then we entered a heavily fenced area, with multiple swing gates, and parked. The driver got off, spoke to the border police and opened the luggage compartments. An officer came on board, took our passports, examining each against our photos.

After about 45 minutes, the officer returned and handed back our documentation.

The bus departed, and stopped again about 1000ft later, another swing gate. The driver got out and showed some paper, the guard made a phone call, then let us proceed.

I thought we were through, but that was just the Estonian side.

After crossing the river, we went through another swing gate. OK, now we’re good.

Nope.

We drove a bit further and then stopped at a building. We all exited the bus and took everything inside. Oh, I see metal detectors and baggage x-rays. Great, more dis-robing.

Once I reached the window where the guard was checking documents, she did not know English, but scanned my passport and visa, then directed me to go back and wait a few minutes. I guessed she need to get an English speaker to come out.

Another guard comes over and takes me to a back room. Oh, great, secondary screening. The bus is going to leave me, I just know it.

He didn’t know English, either, but used Google translate on his phone. Super sophisticated. I presume that there would be someone in the daytime or weekends that knew English, just not now.

He asked me “Do you have metal in your pockets?” Then had me pass through a metal detector and back again.

He asked for my phone which I provided and he wanted my password. I indicated I had none and just swiped up to open it to show him. I asked if he also wanted my iPad, but nyet, he didn’t. I was then told to go back through the metal detector and sit down, and I waited a while.

I had to remove my watch for the security check in the frantic run to catch my plane. I had not replaced it yet, so no idea how long it was, much I’m sure it was shorter than it felt. The only consolation was there was another man there sitting before I went in.

Finnally, he called me back in (before the other guy) and gave me back my phone and escorted me back out. Phew, no rejection. I presume he swabbed the phones for explosive or drug residue.

The scanners were simple, just place everything on the belt. Nothing to remove, not even my jacket. But I had all empty pockets already.

I rejoined the rest of the passengers and a few minutes latter we all re-boarded the bus and departed.

After one last swing gate, we really were in Russia. Time, just under two hours.

We stopped a mile further up, at a gas station. Where some of the passengers got off and departed.

Many more were getting off and going into the store. So I decided to follow.

The restroom was bright and clean, but good bye to comfortable toilet paper, we’re in Russia now.

Yes, this is the first chance I had to go since I was on the plane to Warsaw, about 10 hours ago. It felt so good. I know, TMI, but true never-the-less.

Still a long way to go still, I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. So I finished a TV episode on my iPad before trying again.

At about 3:30, I notice the light is starting to show on the horizon. It also did not get dark until 10pm in St Petersburg, which I think has something to do with the latitude and upcoming solstice.

The bus has a clock and a temperature display. It gets down to 5C (27F), but rises again as the sun comes up.

Tallinn, Estonia

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I arrived in Tallinn and proceeded to the exit. I called for an Uber to take me to the bus station where I had to get the bus to Saint Petersburg. The app said it was a grey Mazda, but when I see the front plate, it is white. I asked the driver, who had decent English, he said he didn’t know why. Once it said the car was pink. I don’t believe him, but he isn’t my competition, so I don’t care about reporting it.

Classic Soviet style building.

I went to the desk and verified I was at the right station, an import step if you want to get the right bus. It was correct.

Since I had over three hours to wait, I was going to browse the city a bit. I didn’t want to lug my bags around, I notice they have lockers, down a set of stairs, of course.

The lockers are 2 euros, but I don’t have any euros. There is an ATM, but even if I use it, I won’t have 2 euro coins. Likely, I’d have a 20 euro note, then I’d have to find some one to exchange it.

I know what most of this means, but what is a “pood”? Do I want to know?

A quick G-search and there is an exchange nearby, about 20 minute walk. I have the time, so I start walking. After about 7-8 minutes, I see that Google says it is still 19 minutes away. What? I am a faster walker than most people, so I should have covered way more.

Also, the sidewalks, where there was one, were cobblestone, not the best rolling surface for tiny luggage wheels. Took a few photos of interesting buildings along the way. But at some point I realize that I would still have to return all the way back along the same rough sidewalks. I turned the corner and went down a parallel street, back to the station.

I could just sit in the station and update my site while I wait.

Problem, no wifi at the station, so laptop can’t be used.

Second problem, the toilet is €0.40. Again I don’t have euros and especially coins. Another quick search shows a nearby McD’s (the only time I ever go, is to use the toilet), but it is further than the exchange. Well, I hope the bus has one.

There is a lot of bird screeching around the station, calls and what sounds like a fight. Only I realized later, it was a recording, probably to keep pigeons from shitting on everything.

It is cool, but I can handle it with just my flannel jacket. When I arrived, it was 16C/60F. By the time the bus pulled up, it was 20C/68F, but felt colder as the sun was going down.