and St. Petersburg, Russia. I apologize if my explanations will not be entirely diffuse, but I think the photos really do speak for themselves.Pictured here is the facade directly opposite the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg.
The Hermitage Museum. Not quite as organized as the Louvre, but the collection is just as impressive.
St. Basil's Cathedral in Moscow takes an impressive stance looking over Red Square. The interior of the cathedral actually reveals 9 separate smaller cathedrals all interconnected.
Here is the Cathedral of Christ the Savior in Moscow. Originally another stood until the communist tore it down and soon after constructed a large swimming pool. The estimated cost of this cathedral was 345 millions US dollars.
Looking out to the Gulf of Finland from Peter the Great's summer palace, Peterof.
The Cambridge 'blokes' the first night out in St. Petersberg.
The grand steps to entering Peterof. All of the fountains are gravity powered and run 10 hours per day. I arrived here via a hydrofoil from the hermitage in St. Petersburg.
One of the primary canals in St. Petersburg. At the far end is the Cathedral of Christ the Savior of Spilled Blood. It was built on the site of the murder of Tsar Peter and was funded by different communities throughout Russia. Simply Marvelous.
Looking from the Gulf of Finland to the regal facade of Peterof.
Here are oil flare channel markers in the center of St. Petersburg.
THE KREMLIN! I finally was able to connect to all the slavophile reading I do after a long walk through the grounds and the Armoury.
I met these guys, their colleugues, and a few girls out in St. Petersburg. The germans proved worthy drinking mates. We actually all met up at the same bar called 'Dacha', summer house in Russian, a few different nights.
The museum quality metro. Massive, ornate, and better timed than a Swiss. Trains arrive every 2 minutes.
Drinks anyone?
My buddy Andy, pictured far right, and his friends all living in Moscow. I was able to visit their apartment and see how a true Moscovite lives!
Finally! I queued for to see Lenin's embalmed body for just under an hour! It was a surreal experience. I actually went straight from the 'Comrade' hostel to the Mausoleum on arrival to Moscow.
I treated myself to some great food! Pictured here is some phenomenal sushi and some food from the Republic of Georgia! The Georgian food was a real treat, and the restaurant experience was intense considering the didn't speak any English and my Russian is limited at best!
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