Moscow-lovers will be vindicated to hear that we went to Moscow--and loved it. We took the overnight train there, and got there at breakfast time. Everyone was a little apprehensive about going, especially since it was going to be 40˚C there the first day we arrived, which is about 104˚F. Oh, and this is Russia: there's no A/C or ice. Anywhere. Good news though: there was air-conditioning on the train, and I have never been so happy to wake up in the middle of the night, totally freezing.
Party train to Moscow!
Tour guide: This is KGB building. It is highest building in all the world. You know why?
Us: ...no? Huh? *confusion*
Tour guide: Cause you can see Siberia from the basement. Heheheh.
After driving around, we stopped at the Red Square to take pictures and look at St. Basil's Cathedral.
After this exciting interlude, we learned a little about Boris Yeltsin. According to our tour guide:
Tour guide: Bill Clinton came to visit Boris Yeltsin and there were two menus: Bill menu and Boris menu. Bill menu had soup, chicken, and dessert. Boris menu had Smirnoff, Smirnoff, and Smirnoff.
Tour guide: What? Don't believe me? Most Russian prefer Boris menu...
Later that day, standing outside the Presidential palace, our tour guide brought up Yeltsin again:
Tour guide: Okay, and what was Yeltsin's hobby, again?
Us: *laughing* Vodka!
Tour guide: *looking wounded* No! Tennis...
Outside of the Presidential palace, there sits the biggest cannon in the world. Unfortunately, typically of Russia, it's actually too big to work; the cannonballs weigh over a ton each, and they are too heavy to fire. Funnily, the cannon points directly at the Presidential palace...
Tour guide: So, after a long night of drinking, Yeltsin came into the office with a hangover. He felt terrible. So he stuck his head out of the window to get some fresh air...
Tour guide: And saw this:
Tour guide: ...Pointing directly at him. Next day, he moved to building next door.
Next, we saw the biggest (and, surprise, nonfunctional) bell in the world:
The next day, one of the Dartmouth kids in our group (oh hi, Clark) had a minor (okay, major) Starbucks meltdown. We were exiting a museum when he decided that he really needed a latte, so we decided to try to find one...
Bridge over troubled waters (really, just polluted waters)
I should actually be editing my final paper right now, so I'll leave you with that deep thought.
Until the banya post, comrades.