klasna

So. Russia went well! Absolutely no scariness at all - thanks a lot, fear-mongering Lonely Planet website. We managed to overcome the complete ineptitute of Mr Thomas Cook and his shoddy shoddy guidebook (see below for me taking out my rage on him after utterly failing to get us to Dostoevsky's grave). Two of us mastered the alphabet and the other was brave at having a chat to the locals in their native tongue.

High points include:
- finding a chocolate Lenin
- crashing an 85th birthday party at a cabaret bar and dancing with Urich, a sweaty Russian giant
- ballet in the Mariinksy theatre
- the Moscow metro
- Hotel Cosmos and its massive and random statue of Charles de Gaulle
- the fit, fit churches
- McDonalds statue of the Kremlin
- slam vdnk da funk
- shit disco (and Careless Whisper playing EVERYWHERE)
- cheeky cupid baby
- enormous Russian doll
- Easter
- O'Hooligans, the shittest Irish bar of all time. Still an excellent night's work
- Tezzington World of Adventures, Dasvidanya and Half Pint Loxley

Low points include:
- accidentally ordering veal tongue instead of beef stroganoff
- failing to find two restaurants and an ice bar
- all three of us being shouted at by a Russian at some point (although it was fairly entertaining, it has to be said)
- the St Petersburg metro
- the literary cafe in St P's. More like the shiterary cafe
- Moscow foot. Too much walking

Nevertheless, we had the best time and got on so well (obv. We are all klasna), there was lots of hilarity and we discovered Peasant Baby chocolate (delicious).
Go to Russia! It is immense.

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