Moscow Day 14

DSC01988After the sedentary madness of the train, Moscow was an intimidating place in which to find ourselves. Our old friend John held our hands and took us toward the metro. Showed us how to get a ticket and bid us farewell. A nice bloke was John. I hope he becomes president. We navigated the metro, which thankfully wasn’t too complex, and had a good old stare at some real Russians. From a single train carriage I counted:

3 women in headscarves

2 drunks

1 USSR badge (pinned on to a girl younger than me, no less. Do Russians ‘do’ irony?)

4 KGB spies

8 AK-47s

1 woman holding a bear

The first three are true.

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