Moscow, or Moskva, as it is called in Russian, is a very interesting city. Too bad we only spent three days there, because there is a ton of stuff to see.
These are some pictures that didn't really fit in any category.
Kate, Will, and myself on the overnight train to Moscow. We had sleeping cars with compartments that you could amazingly squeeze four people + luggage into. I didn't really sleep that well, though...maybe it was the constant clickety clack of the train (U.S. trains are alot quieter) or the frequent stops that made me feel like I was going to roll out of my bed. It could have been worse, though...we could have been in the sleeping cars with no compartments...the ones where you are in a dormitory like car with a hundred or so Russians clad only in underwear...yikes, no thanks.
The Moscow metro. You can't see it very well in this picture, but the metro stations are practically works of art. They are mostly made out of marble with huge statues and murals of soldiers, peasants, or workers. Sure beats the bland DC metro...then again I've never walked into a DC metro car that had a large pool of blood on the floor like the metro car in St. Pete, so ehhh maybe I'll stick with the bland DC metro.
Guess what restaurant this is! It should be apparent even if you can't read Cyrillic. It's TGIFriday's!
This is a picture of some soldiers that I took from very far away. These particular soldiers still wear Soviet insignia on their berets. We encountered some of these soldiers while we were waiting in line for ice cream. I think they were demanding that Will give them 10 rubles, but we just said "Ya ne panemayu pa Russki" (I don't understand Russian) about 10 times and then left...and thank God they didn't follow us. They coulda kicked our ass.
This is a communist rally that we stopped to take pictures of. All they did at the rally was wave USSR flags, play commie music, and speak about commie stuff. The main participants of these rallies are old people holding portraits of Josef Stalin.
Another pic of the commie rally. I bet the Russians wanted to kick our ass, because here we were, a bunch of Americans taking pictures of them, drinking Coca-Cola, and saying "damn, that person's holding a portrait of Stalin!"