Rainy Morning

When I awoke, I could hear rain falling. Good, I can just stay in bed.

I tried to sleep, watch videos or browse sites. Finally I noticed the rain had stopped.

First thing I had to do, my metro card expired, so I had to get another. I entered the station, but there’s no one at the ticket booth, the ticket machines do not have any language selection. If you can’t read Russian, you can’t use the machine.

The next station is on the other side of the road, seems simple, but cars are much faster than bikes. I don’t feel up to dodging vehicles. I have to go down to the next major intersection, cross, then come back down to the other station. Only about a mile, just to that side.

I enter the station, but they don’t even have a ticket window. I should have bought one yesterday, while I still had access to move around, but I didn’t.

Now I have the choice, walk to the next station, or walk everywhere. The next is a 3-line intersection, so busy enough to have someone on duty, please.

This ride only takes 5 minutes, how long will it take on foot? Too many.

I finally get to the metro station and get my ticket. I only need two days, but it is cheaper to get the 3, maybe I’ll give it to someone when I leave.

I can now get on the subway back to my room. Fortunately, I didn’t shower yet, so I’m not wasting a change of clothes walking station to station, actually, its more the stress than the walking. I do shower once I return.

Glass design at the US Embassy

Now, where to go?

I’ve done all my saved places, except one, the US Embassy.

It lies between stations, so I have to walk there anyway.

It is an unassuming building, which is fine, it is just an admin office, after all. The only thing interesting is they have a glass barricade (bulletproof?) that has a really cool “space” motif.

I walk down the front, then one side, and the back. There is nothing interesting about the rest, just a tall reddish wall with cameras every 10 feet or so and guard stands at entrances.

Rather disappointed about the guard stands, I don’t know if any marines were in them or not, likely, but not definitely.

Walking on randomly, I came across the Moscow Zoo, well what the heck, might as well go in, I have nothing better to do. Tickets are from a machine that only accepts credit cards. Again, thanks Biden.

I find out I could have stayed at the Crazy Monkey Hostel. Dang, an opportunity missed.

There were reports of paintings in some of the metro cars, but I had seen no evidence of that, until today. I lucked out and got on a very old car that had a bunch of seats removed. In place there are artworks displayed.

They appear to be reprints of water colors, none too spectacular.

To see all, you’d have to get off at each station and run up to the next car and re-enter. That seems too much effort. Better would be if the art was on one of the trains that allows movement between cars.

I randomly decided to get off at station Park Pobedy, as it is named for the park it stops at. Pobedy is Russian for “victory” and the park is all about the victory over the Germans.

This must be the worst park in Moscow. It is just a huge expanse of granite, 700 yards long, barely a plant anywhere. Also, I have to walk directly towards the sun, so I can’t really see the other end very well.

There is the required sculpture depicting the victorious soldiers and one side of the plaza has a row of columns with wreaths on them. The other side has fountains, but the water just shoots upwards a few feet, not spectacular at all.

Off to one side, I entered a small church. Very small, my bedroom is about as big as the inside of the church. There were many depictions of various saints for you to prey to.

Down a sidewalk, I find a small playground and I sit in the shade for a while.

I must be getting old, my new favorite thing is to sit.

Junk and a Zoo

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).