Stress-Blogging in Moscow

Red square with St. Basil Cathedral

Red square with St. Basil Cathedral

My Russian is steadily improving and I am quite proud of if. Today, I formed my first sentence in Russian (without the help of my trusty book) to ask for “one liter of sparkling water” in the shop. And I actually got what I ordered.

But I am still mixing up two essential words: Bashalsta “Please” instead of Spasiba “Thank You”. Only god knows why I have trouble with these.

The bakery shop around the corner from the hostel has actually quite tasty bread and it has become my favorite food stand in town.

My favourite fast food stand

My favourite fast food stand

Bumped into a police control today while taking pictures of the notorious traffic jams. Actually I wanted to take a picture of the car which parks in 2nd row in a lane in the middle of rush hour. Police showed up, but when they saw my camera, they let the driver go and rushed towards me.

“Oh my – I am only a tourist” I said and put up a very honest smile. The three policemen shouted something in Russian, but they let me go as well after they figured out that I was really an innocent tourist. Whew…

Quite impressive was the stroll through Gum department store. Although I hate shopping malls as a tourist (they are the same everywhere on the planet), Gum department store is an architectural highlight and it really is a quiet and peaceful place in the middle of this busy city. Worth the visit – especially since it is one of the rare places in Moscow which comes at no cost.

Policemen not really happy about me

Policemen not really happy about me

That’s all for now, my free Internet time (that came with an expensive Cafe Latte) in this place is up. Hey, I’m on a budget here – but I might want another Coffee tomorrow :) .

Therefore a couple of other random pictures I hand-picked and uploaded while being online here:

 

Clock tower at Red Square

Clock tower at Red Square

Yet another church in Moscow

Yet another church in Moscow



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