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TPTatsiana PalchankaTanechka_for_you · 12 apr 2010Leggi

We hopped on the bus, I ate a couple of cookies, and we went for a walk!) Me, two Olyas from the Linguistic University, and Katya) We went for a walk around Moscow, and Olya gave us a full tour!!!!))))))))) I'll say it publicly right now - I'm the biggest fool ever! I went to Moscow in HEELS!!! Seriously, a total fool! I rubbed my feet so badly, it was hooooorrible!!!!!!! Just dying!!!! At first, I had the energy to walk somewhere, but then I only had one desire - to crash in the bus... But the bus was closed until 6:00 PM, and the drivers were sleeping!!!)))) Moscow makes an interesting impression. It feels like you've ended up in the times of Tsarist Russia, the 18th or 19th century)))))) It also seemed like everything was in some kind of fog) At first, I thought it was from exhaustion, nerves, and lack of sleep. But in reality, it was all dust!!!))))) First, we went to Old Arbat)))))) The street is cool, but looooong))) There are homeless-looking guys walking around with signs advertising various restaurants, and women in their 50s running around in traditional Russian outfits with kokoshniks, calling people into souvenir shops! I thought it was a joke that there are many non-Russian people in Moscow, but there really are a lot of them!))) At least I met many)))))) And also a lot of foreigners) We found a McDonald's (as they jokingly wrote in the newsletter, a "chain of free toilets"), although we struggled to find the restroom there)))))))) Well, we are provincials after all))) Then we went to the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour (though I might be confusing the name already))))) It was so beautifuuuuul!!!))) Then I hobbled (can't find another word) to the Peter the Great monument)))) God, I thought I wouldn't make it back...) It was warm outside, great weather for a tour of Moscow, but I was already dying here... The girls started to give up too) We trudged back, but a different way! Through the Kremlin! That Kremlin wall is so looooong!!!!)))))) But the impression is really cool) Like a castle! We came out to Vasilyevsky Spusk (though we were going uphill), and when I saw that the road was COBBLESTONE, I thought about taking off my shoes and walking barefoot!!! But we somehow managed to reach St. Basil's Cathedral (again, afraid to mix up the name)))))). Well, yes, it's beautiful, but the other buildings impressed me even more! They looked like they were drawn from a picture! I especially liked one red one, and it felt like it had snow on it!)) (Remember those old glass Christmas ornaments in the shape of a hut covered in snow? Well, it felt like it was one HUGE ornament)))) We came out to GUM, to Manezhnaya Square (so I don't mix it up again), and my state became like a sick penguin that ended up in Africa. Because I was already stopping to understand what was even happening! It was only 3 PM, and my feet were falling off! (And you're wondering why I'm telling you all this??? I just want to describe the huge route I trudged and hobbled!) We trudged to Old Arbat, went into Il Patio, wanted to eat something hot, and rest wouldn't hurt. We ordered pasta (mmmmm, so delicious) and juice))))) The waitress couldn't leave us alone) She either brought a discount coupon (if the order is over 1000 rubles - 450 discount, almost 50%), or tried to push some card on us) And we, pale and tired, didn't need anything anymore)))))) We probably looked pathetic from the side)))))))))))))) But after eating, we started smiling, and (oh my!) remembered that a few hours ago we were given our visa!!!!))) We went into a store, bought vodka (well, as a gift)))), we didn't want to drink on the bus anymore )))))) Standing at the checkout. Olya: "I wonder how we'll explain that we don't have our passports"))))) And everyone is smiling, everyone remembered that the passports are at the embassy! WOO-HOO!!!))) The saleswoman looks at me and asks: "Are you 20?", and I start digging in my wallet, "No" - I say - "Only 50" (rubles)) )) She says "I meant your

SSanSIDORSSR · 14 ott 2009Leggi

Moscow greeted us with the Kazansky Railway Station. Those who have been there will understand what I mean. It is a kind of specimen of Russia in the mid-90s of the 20th century. Gypsies, beggars, illegal immigrants, scammers trying to "palm off" a gold chain or a brand-new phone on you, the smell of an Uzbek shashlik stand, etc., etc. For my friends who were in Moscow for the first time, it was a slight shock. But that was just the beginning! Then we went for a walk through the very center of the capital, framed by the Garden Ring. Expensive hotels, restaurants, cars, stunning parks, ponds, and memorials. Moscow is a very worthy city! A very rich city! Passing by the Kremlin, each of us was overwhelmed with patriotism! We wanted to do something good for our country. We wanted to feel the brotherhood of the entire nation. Perhaps these were just the emotions that provincials experience when they find themselves for the first time in such significant places, which they have only heard about since childhood, seen on TV, and only dreamed of visiting. We were exhausted and ran all over the narrow streets of the center. We were at Patriarch's and Chistye Prudy, on Arbat, by the White House, Red Square, etc. It was a very entertaining, exciting tour before our flight. One that gave us the opportunity to appreciate the difference in cultures in the near future. I highly recommend that all newcomers and veterans definitely stop and linger at all transit points on your way. After all, you may never find yourself in this place again, be it Moscow or any other city. The issue of obtaining a visa is a trifle compared to what you can see, feel, and experience. After all, you might meet love, or find the job you dreamed of, and who knows what else might happen. I dispelled the opinion floating in my head that Muscovites are very busy, angry, and boring individuals. On the contrary, they seemed very friendly to me, ready to help and give advice. Many even smiled! The most difficult thing in Moscow for a Work and Travel participant is perhaps finding temporary housing and transportation to the airport. This issue is especially acute for those who, by their nature, do not orient themselves well in an unfamiliar space. We were in Moscow for only a day and were flying out of Domodedovo the next morning. Therefore, we decided not to stay anywhere and spend the night at the airport terminal. You can get to Domodedovo by commuter train from Paveletsky Station (Paveletskaya metro station) - this is perhaps the most acceptable and simple way. But we chose a cheaper one - a trip by bus. Buses and marshrutkas to Domodedovo depart regularly (even at night) from Domodedovskaya metro station. The road takes somewhere from 40 minutes to + infinity if there are traffic jams in the city. They cost 80-100 rubles. You are unlikely to find anything cheaper.

EExchangeexchangeiec · 29 mag 2009Leggi

First days in the States, Honduras Thursday, October 16, 2008 Departure May 26 Well, I left St. Petersburg just fine. I packed on time, although there was a little panic that I had forgotten something, or that I hadn't managed to pay for my phone card online. There was an unpleasant tension in the air. There was a difficult moment when my parents were seeing me off at the train station for Moscow (my flight to the States was from Sheremetyevo). I realized that if everything went well, the next time we would meet would be in 4 months... and I couldn't be absolutely sure that everything would go well. To be honest, I wasn't even sure about the next day, because before this, I had never traveled alone on such trains... Generally speaking, I had never done anything alone before: I hadn't lived alone, hadn't worked, hadn't cooked, hadn't traveled... And although I was almost sure that I could do all this at a high level, now I was facing a real test. In short, I was really scared, but when problems arise, the strength to solve them also appears. I didn't show it and acted confident. It was very hard for my parents even without my panic; my mom was crying, my dad was looking intently into my eyes, trying to understand how I was feeling. Now it is perfectly clear that it was much harder for them that summer than it was for me... Personally, the following helps me: "Emotional pain is also a loss in survival potential... Only a person does not lose body tissues, cells, or physiological functions. They lose close relatives, loved ones, personal belongings, a dog or a cat, or they lose status or respect, etc... A psychologist would say that a person's loss (whether of important objects or close living beings) leads to a decrease in factors contributing to their survival, and therefore they become upset." Taken from Wikipedia. I enjoy reducing all manifestations of human activity to animal manifestations whenever the opportunity arises =) Maybe it will help you too, like realizing that you are above the problem itself? There. The conductor orders everyone seeing someone off to get out. I get on the train, wave to my folks, the train starts moving... May 27 Then there was Moscow, the mood was good, a new city, everything was curious. I had about ten hours before the flight, so I managed to walk around Red Square, the Kremlin, and sit in an internet cafe on Arbat. I had forgotten a copy of my military ID at home, and the cops could have hassled me, which was not at all what I needed right now. I called, my mom sent it, and I printed it out. It's better to ask the salespeople in any store on Arbat exactly which basement the internet club is in - that's how I found it. Three hours before the flight, I enter the metro. Rechnoy Vokzal station. From there, shuttle buses go to the airport terminals. I think I need Terminal 1. People are all around with bags, also in a hurry, some are worried. One such nervous guy is being led out of the shuttle by "security guards" by his arms; they start hassling him that he didn't pay for the shuttle bus and now he's going to pay a fine, otherwise he won't go anywhere. He makes excuses, is in a hurry, is worried, and takes out his wallet. I felt sorry for him. Such things would hardly have worked on me; if you don't count that I'm just healthy, I have invaluable successful experience in getting a military ID from the military enlistment office. Since then, I know how to fight bureaucratic arbitrariness and I'm not afraid. I could have helped the guy, but I was already sitting in the shuttle, and it was packed. (By the way, these buses seem to run every half hour, it makes sense to wait for a fresh, empty one) Flight At the airport, I realized that I had no idea what to do next. (The last time I flew was a long time ago with my folks) The mood was excellent, I found a couple of girls in IEC t-shirts, I walked up and said "Me too!" and smiled like an idiot =) Then I got to chatting, accidentally spilled a bottle