Russia's Third City


My journey to Kazan, Tatarstan aboard the new double decker train would take just under 12 hours. I was excited as I had been on all types of different trains throughout Russia, but this promised to be a different experience! The train was beautiful and my compartment on the second floor was gorgeous. Since I always travel with a heavy bag and don’t like another person in the cabin I bought out the cabin. Since I had it to myself I put my big suitcase on the other bed. When the stewardess came around to check on me she was a bit irritated that my bag was on the other bed saying that the spot must remain “clean”. After she saw that I’d bought the cabin out she apologized and was fine with my bag wherever it was.

Kazan's Railway Station

I visited Kazan several years earlier but since I never can do things just once, I had to go back and experience it again. Supposedly Kazan had changed some since I was last there in 2011 due to the 2013 Summer Universiade, a summer Olympics type games for university students. So I was looking forward to seeing the change. When I arrived in Kazan it was mid-morning and I was in fair shape having slept most of the night on the train. In order to get to my hotel I decided against using the taxis that were right there at the train station and instead used Yandex taxis and/or the car service Maxim.

I first tried Yandex taxi. I’d used the service before and it was pretty solid. I entered in my destination and pushed send. I waited a while for my taxi but figured everything was fine. Just when I was about ready to call the competition and cancel my order, it popped up on my screen that my taxi had come. Wait what I thought………I looked around for the license plate number and make of the car and I saw nothing. I looked everywhere and no sign of the taxi. Finally I received a call from Yandex saying they were connecting me with the driver. That’s always dangerous for me as the drivers always speak very fast and I have a hard time understanding them. This time was no different as the driver was nearly yelling into the phone asking me questions I could not understand. I explained to him in clear Russian exactly where I was. He said he’d try to find me.

After several calls to clarify exactly where I was he never found me. I tried the next car service, Maxim, and ran into similar problems. It was not as if I was in a remote place, I was standing on the sidewalk nearest the train station. Finally I furiously gave up and decided to take a regular taxi that’d charge me many more times the rate I’d’ve gotten with Yandex or Maxim. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford a taxi, it was pride and the feeling of not getting ripped off that made me avoid a regular taxi in the first place. But I figured the day was moving fast, so I may as well just eat the cost and my pride and get to my hotel.

To my surprise my hotel was only three blocks from the train station and in all the time I spent wrestling with the car services I could’ve been there. I guess that’ll teach me to do my research! I gave the hotel name to the taxi driver, which was an Italian name, Hotel Giuseppe. He had no clue about the name. I may as well have said Hotel California and maybe I would’ve had as much a chance of getting there. Luckily I had my phone and was able to read him the address.

Finally after a morning of extreme drama and the ordeal of just getting there I was finally in my room! Unlike in Moscow where I put down my stuff and took a nap I was not going to let time slip away from me in yet another city. So after a brief time in my room I set out to see the city. The location of Hotel Giuseppe could not be any better!! It is located only steps away from Kazan’s Kremlin and about two blocks up from the pedestrian shopping street. My first stop would be Kazan’s Kremlin.
 
Kazan's Kremlin
Kremlin or Kremel’ in Russian means fortress so although the most famous kremlin is located in Moscow, there exist dozens more kremlins throughout Russia. Unlike Moscow’s kremlin, which is red, Kazan’s is white, however there was a time back in medieval days when The Kremlin was white. Unlike Moscow’s Kremlin, which costs about $10 to enter, Kazan’s is totally free and easy to get into. It’s not quite as big as its sister in Moscow and maybe not as glamorous but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have a lot of things to see.
The first highlight of Kazan’s kremlin is similar to Moscow, a famous clock tower, The Savior Tower. In Moscow The Savior Tower is best known for it chime and how on New Year’s Eve it rings 12 times to usher in the new year. But unlike in Moscow where their tower is red, Kazan’s is white. Once you pass underneath The Savior Tower, two buildings inside the Kremlin really stand out to you, The Annunciation Cathedral and The Qol Sharif Mosque. Both are stunning, but the mosque with its incredible blue and white minarets definitely takes the cake as the more incredible of the two. It is also the newest addition to Kazan’s kremlin having been built in 2005. One of the most incredible facts is that the mosque’s dome was so heavy that it had to be helicoptered in order to complete the mosque. Unlike many landmarks, which are beautiful on the outside and ho hum on the inside, the mosque’s inside does not disappoint, see picture at bottom. The beauty is absolutely incredible and costs nothing to enter. Even better you are free to take photographs wherever you like, which many orthodox churches prohibit. As for The Annunciation Church it is very beautiful but just does not have that wow factor that the mosque does. Besides the mosque and cathedral, the other real highlight inside Kazan Kremlin is what is known as The Leaning Tower of Kazan, Söyembikä Tower, just a few meters beyond the mosque and cathedral. It was built during Ivan The Terrible’s time and along with the mosque serves as the city’s most well known landmark.


Although Kazan is not quite as big as Moscow that does not mean it lacks a lot of the big city amenities Moscow has. One of its best qualities is a fairly new metro built in 2005. The stations are flawless with some beautiful Islamic art. The metro gets you to both of Kazan’s most well known landmarks, the kremlin and its pedestrian shopping street, Baumana Street. The price cannot be beat, about 30 rubles which translates out to about $0.50. For access to Kazan Kremlin from the metro, you need to ride to the end of the line to Kremlyovskaya station. Right outside of the station is a great statue of Kazan’s symbol, the dragon and a wonderful view of the mosque towering above the kremlin, an excellent spot for a photo!

That evening I decided to try something new food wise. I had noticed a Turkish Café on the pedestrian street and my friend from Turkey, Tulay, had always encouraged me to try Turkish food so I figured this would be a good choice. When I walked in I was rather amazed at the interior decorations. Instead of pictures of such famous Turkish landmarks as Istanbul’s Haga Sophia or Blue Mosque or the capital city of Ankara they had pictures of New York City landmarks!! What the hell I thought. Last I checked I was in a Turkish restaurant not an American one. Despite the confusing décor, my meal was delicious, Turkish kebabs with yogurt. To this day I still yearn for good grilled kebab drowned in yogurt. If you want to try some delicious Turkish food, the name of the café is pretty simple to remember, Turkish Café, on Baumana Street about halfway down the pedestrian mall. Prices are reasonable and seating is widely available.

The pedestrian street has some wonderful shops that have a wide array of Russian souvenirs and uniquely Tatar and Muslim like souvenirs. I picked up a small replica of Kazan’s Kremlin Savior Tower and a green prayer rug. I stumbled upon a gigantic huge life size matryoshka doll right outside the store. It was beautiful! I so wished could have bought it, but it was likely not for sale and would be just a bit hard to fit inside my suitcase since it was the size of about half a dozen suitcases. Someday maybe, who knows!

The following day I would visit a rather unusual landmark, The Temple of All Religions about 20 so miles outside of town in a small village. The temple is incredible with a combination of colorful copulas and domes. According to an article on the American news site, The Daily Beast, the eccentric architect and psychic supposedly saw Jesus Christ appear to him on the banks of The Volga. Christ gave him the order to construct this incredible temple and he devoted 20 years of his life to building this stunning landmark. Unfortunately the temple is not open to the public. Supposedly you used to be able to make an appointment to go inside, but appear those days are long gone. So, you will just have to enjoy the view from the outside. I recommend if you want to see the temple to take a taxi from town, which should cost a bit over $10 round-trip. Ask the reception at your hotel for a taxi to The Temple of All Religions or find the address and enter it into Yandex car hire or Maxim car hire.

Another eccentric landmark I hit up on my trip to Kazan was The Kazan Family Center viewpoint. The name sounds benign enough, but the actual building itself looks like a huge and very tall UFO that landed out on a spit of land. It was not exactly central to the city itself so it’d take some planning to get to. I really did not feel in the mood to take a taxi and it looked pretty far to walk so I figured I’d take the Kazan Metro and walk the 15-20 minutes from there.


After taking the metro and walking 15-20 minutes in the cold wintry Kazan weather I finally arrived at my destination. My goal was to go up to the top of the UFO the Family Center to the viewpoint for an excellent look at the city. Last time I was in Kazan this building wasn’t yet constructed, so this would be a new experience. I was excited and looked forward to getting a great view of the city. I arrived and noticed several limos in the parking lot. Then I noticed a bride and groom walking around taking pictures. No big deal I thought. That is until I got inside. There in the lobby area was a huge party going on. I noticed a security guard and asked how I got to the viewing deck. He said it was closed for the wedding! CRAP I thought, I walked all the way here and it is closed for a wedding. WTF! I was quite angry. Not sure why I was surprised, in Russia it seems everything is always difficult. Things are always either closed, forbidden or just impossible. I could’ve retraced my steps back to the metro but I decided I’d use my angry energy to walk the two miles back to town instead.
 
Inside the mosque
Kazan's leaning tower
Kazan is an incredible destination and should be on the top of everyone’s must see list when considering a trip to Russia!!! If you want to go to Kazan, check out the city’s information site at http://kazantravel.ru/en/. I can guarantee, you will not regret your decision to visit Russia’s “third city”.
 

Polar Night


Leningrad Station
My journey north to the Port of Murmansk, home of Russia’s Northern Fleet and north of The Arctic Circle began quite late at night, 12:40am or so to be exact from Moscow. I had once again stayed at The CityHotel in Kazan’ Station like I had a few days before when I was leaving for Kazan, see my entry “Should I Stay or Should I go” for more information about my stay then. However this time my train was departing from across the street in Leningrad Station. This meant I had to lug my bag down the stairs from the hotel into Kazan station, then down into an underpass, back up the underpass stairs and up some more stairs just to get in the door of Leningrad station. No wonder I always come back from these trips a bit trimmer and stronger. Nothing builds up strength like dragging a 20kg + bag through Russia!

One of the many stations along the road to Murmansk
The road to Murmansk was going to be a long one, well over 24 hours by train, but luckily I had bought out the entire cabin, all four places, so the journey would be a lot more pleasant. No way was I going to be stuck with three strangers in a cabin the size of a medium sized coat closet. Plus the amount of luggage I was lugging around, one heavy bag and a backpack, I likely would have needed to sleep on top of my luggage if I somehow wanted to fit into a cabin with three other people.

Early the next morning we arrived at our first major stop, St. Petersburg Ladozhskiy Station, for a record 90-minutes. Normally stops are no more than a half hour or at very max 60 minutes, so I was a bit surprised by the length. Ladozhskiy Station, is the only station in St. Petersburg that is not a terminus meaning trains can go straight through without having to stop. Our time at Ladozhskiy was a welcome one as I was able to get a nice breakfast at a coffee shop and stock up on some groceries before we started our long haul all the way north to Murmansk.

Ready to go north!
There are many things I love about riding the rails in Russia, but it’s probably the journey and all the stations you stop along during that journey. I guess that old saying “it’s not the destination, but the journey” really rings true in this case. Stations along the journey come in all
Kandalashka Station
types of different colors, shapes and sizes. But not all stations are created equally. Some are rather ordinary and bland with nothing more than a boring Soviet like building with a few platforms, whereas others can be masterful pieces of architecture. My favorite station by far on the route to Murmansk has to be Kandalashka station just north of The Arctic Circle. I enjoyed it most due to its beautiful red building that resembles more of a ski chalet than a plain old train station. Even the train stations in the biggest city of them all, Moscow all have very unique features and holds high architectural value.

Murmansk train station
After a very long 36 hours of riding we finally pulled into Murmansk. Although it was cold, the temperatures were not all that frigid considering that we were at 69° north. To put Murmansk’s latitude into perspective the US-Canadian border in my home state of Washington is at 49° north, so I was quite a bit far north. Thanks to the Gulf Stream though Murmansk stays pretty warm during the winter and its waters stay ice-free thus serving as the perfect base for Russia’s Northern Fleet.

When I arrived at around noon I noticed there was not a lot of light, but I assumed that was because it was cloudy plus it’s in the north and there’s not much sun light during the winter anyway. Later on when I got to my hotel I looked up when sunrise and sunset was. I googled “Murmansk sunrise” and it popped up “sunrise January 11th, 2017”….. WAIT…..what? January 11th??? No way…I mean I knew we were north but really? Sure enough after doing some more investigation it turns out that the sun had set a few days before I came and will not rise again until January 11th, which is where the term “Polar Night” comes from. And people back home complain about how “dark” it is during winter! Next time I hear people complain about how “dark” Seattle is during winter, I’ll tell them it could be worse, just consider Murmank, where the the sun is down for an entire month and a half. However, just because the sun never rose did not mean we were without light. Some beams of twilight came through just like what you’d expect before sunrise making for semi-light day, but that wasn’t much, about three hours.  

Murmansk at about 2pm
After recovering from what I like to call “train lag”, the next day I went out to explore. The city was quite small and very compact with not a lot to see. The main drag, Leninsky Prospect or basically Lenin Street stretched for about a kilometer and made up the center. Unlike in Moscow there were no fancy luxury stores or restaurants, not like I need any, just the basics. There was amazingly enough a McDonald’s to which I guiltily admit to eating at. Hell, I was tired and didn’t want to spend a lot of money so I gave in and went across the street to the world’s most northern McDonald’s. Say what you may about McD’s but the food is always reliable and the price can’t be beaten. 
Leninsky Prospect
 My first stop on my three-stop tour would be The Memorial Complex to the Soldiers and Seamen Who Died in Peaceful Time about a mile north of town. This memorial was obviously dedicated to those who served in the navy and to soldiers who died during times of peace and was in the shape of a giant lighthouse. Inside were marble plaques with the words “Forever Memory” inscribed on them with the Russian and the flags of St. Andrew next to each other. The lighthouse structure was a bit odd sitting there in the middle of a Russian neighborhood with giant gray apartment blocks surrounding it. Not exactly the type of place you’d expect to find a lighthouse! But then again Murmansk was not exactly St. Petersburg with grand European architecture and magnificently beautiful palaces! 
Alyosha Monument
The next stop was another somber memorial, Alyosha Monument dedicated to those who died in The Great Patriotic War (aka WWII) defending the Arctic. As I was walking there it suddenly hit me that all the places I was going to see were memorials of some kind or another. Yet, I was not about to sit in the hotel all day and watch TV or surf the Internet. 

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The final stop along my tour of Murmansk would be “The Waiting Woman” statue, likely dedicated to the many women who await their husbands to return from being at sea. There was no formal address to the statue and I couldn’t find it on google maps, but after some real digging I found a website that did provide an address, so I plugged it into google maps and started walking. I kept following the instructions, but eventually came to the address, which was no more than a giant cluster of huge Soviet block apartment houses. I looked and looked and looked some more but never could find it. I eventually gave up and called a cab, as I was way too tired to walk back the three or so miles to town. In hindsight I should’ve asked a local, but I guess I’m just a typical guy……doesn't like to ask for directions!

My next adventure wouldn’t come until the following day when I visited the nuclear icebreaker Lenin. The Lenin had been in service from 1959 until 1989 when it was retired eventually being converted into a museum in 2005. Every day at 12 and 2pm there are guided tours in Russian, so I decided to take the 12pm tour. It was not a long walk from my hotel to the port, after all I could see the port from my room. Unfortunately because I used Google maps to go there by foot it routed me the long way around to the ship through the rail yards of Murmansk and through the port area. It was not exactly a problem, just that there was a much simpler and quicker way.

The Sea Station

I got down to the area with a fair amount of time before they started the tour at noon. When I reached the Sea Station where cruise ships and ferries depart from, a Chinese girl frantically came running up to me and said in English, “do you speak English”. I said yes and she said that she had lost her phone in the snow and could I help her. I said sure and started hunting around in the deep snow. It seemed hopeless, like finding a needle in a haystack, but we kept looking. Eventually I found a small glow on the edge of a snow bank and sure enough it was her phone! She was overjoyed and hugged me.

After finding her phone in the snow we both moved onto join the tour of the Lenin nuclear icebreaker. Along with around a dozen people we stood out in the snow waiting for them to let us on board. Eventually after a good ten minutes of freezing they finally opened. I asked for one ticket in Russian and amazingly enough was given the Russian Federation Citizen rate even though I’m not a citizen. Not sure why as usually they’re pretty strict on who gets the Russian rate and who does not. And even though I speak pretty good Russian my Scandinavian-American looks somehow give me away. 

Our tour began in a giant very official looking conference room with a large wooden table and a nice looking hardwood floor. There we’d be briefed about all the information about the ship and its history. The tour guide described in detail the ship and its long history and gave an overview of what we’d be seeing that day. One of the most interesting facts was that it only took the ship a few days to reach the North Pole. He also told us all about Fidel Castro’s visit aboard the ship many years ago, which was appropriate since Castro had just passed away a few days before. 

Once we finished with the orientation we moved onto look at other parts of the ship. Our first stop was to take a peak down inside the room where they actually used the nuclear material to power the ship. To make it look real they even had some mannequins covered in HAZMAT suits.  Other highlights included looking at living quarters, captain’s quarters (which were quite spacious), the engine room and up to the bridge. 
 
But one part I found the most interesting was the on-board hospital. The hospital was not exactly spacious but had a full operating room and a place for patients to recover. The equipment they used looked fairly ancient even for 1980s standards. The guide told us that the hospital was used not only for those aboard but as a sort of mobile hospital for villages and different missions along the ship’s route. To top things off there was also a whole dental office next door. It really emphasized to me that the ship was like its own self-contained floating village. 

When I arrived in Murmansk the day before I was pretty distraught over the fact that there was nothing to do and I even contemplated flying to Petersburg a day or two early . But after seeing all the monuments, the nuclear icebreaker and having survived a day trip out to the Arctic Ocean I was convinced, Murmansk was a real diamond in the rough and a place I was overjoyed that I had visited. For anyone with a desire to get off the beaten path and see a different sort of place I highly recommend Murmansk!
Murmansk

 

The Arctic Coast


After two days of looking around Murmansk, I had pretty much maxed out all there was to do there. I hadn’t traveled 2,000+ some miles from Moscow to just sit around my hotel room and wait until my train to Petersburg came at 7pm, so I started searching for tours around the area. I scoured the Internet for excursions and even inquired with one company about visiting a reindeer farm and a place with sled dog huskies. But unfortunately nobody returned my emails. So I figured I should ask the front desk if they had any suggestions. Luckily they did have suggestions.

The nice girl there, Anastasia, provided me with a card of a local tour guide. I figured since it was winter and I wanted a tour the next day I may be out of luck. Nonetheless I figured I might as well try and shot off an email hoping for something. Within about a half an hour I got an email back asking what type of tours I’d like stating, I could choose from seeing the huskies, visiting a reindeer farm and going out to an Arctic Ocean village. Since I am a Husky…….that is a proud graduate of the University of Washington whose mascot is a husky, I contemplated seeing the dogs. But this just didn’t have the wow factor that going to The Arctic Ocean had.

So, after thinking it all over I signed up for a tour to a village called Teriberka on The Arctic Ocean. I was unsure exactly what it entailed, maybe looking around the village, some light walking around, maybe a visit to a museum, some cultural program and that was it. Neither did I realize what I was getting myself into.

I met up with my tour guide, Yuri, in the hotel lobby. He was a tall thin but well built guy with long hair tied back in a ponytail. It took us a good two and a half hours to reach the village. After a quick stop at the local café for a bathroom break and a chance to look around the village we headed further up the Arctic Ocean Coast. 


Eventually we got to a point in the road where the snow got pretty deep. Yuri tried several times to get some traction and go forward, but we just sat there spinning our wheels. We couldn’t go forward or backwards, the van was stuck. And this was no ordinary van, this van had high clearance and was built for the snow, still we may as well have had a Lada from the 1980s as it didn’t matter we were stuck! Yuri hopped out of the car after several futile attempts and started shoveling. He shoveled for a good 10 minutes and then got back in and still nothing! We were stuck. He repeated this for about a half hour. Eventually as luck would have it he was able to shovel out just enough to be able to back out but unfortunately we would not be going forward and had to park the van. So, at this point our only option to go forward was to walk.

The wind was howling and I do mean howling! The air temperature was not that bad, about -3 to -4 centigrade or around 28-30 F. But combined that with the frigid wind chill, blowing snow, ice, brutal headwinds and even some sand to mix in with it, it was difficult at best to walk. We walked and we walked over rocks, through snowdrifts and over ice. I could see the Arctic Ocean over to my right with its violent crashing waves against the rocks. It was thrilling to finally see the Arctic Ocean, which now meant I’d been to all four oceans, the Pacific, the Atlantic, the Indian and now the Arctic. And even more thrilling to imagine was that at that point I was closer to the North Pole at 2,000 kilometers than I was to Moscow!

After a few pauses to look at some of the scenery and some of the rocks, we continued on. I was struggling mightily as I had not brought the proper footwear since I had no idea we would be doing so much hiking! I only had tennis shoes on and not my “arctic grip” boots, which put me at a real disadvantage, as the snow was DEEEEEP! At times I would be going along and suddenly I’d drop down a foot or two into a snow bank. But I kept going until I fell into a hole and severely bruised my leg. After a moment or two of expletives and assessing any damage, I was able to pick myself up and continue. We were going to go down to the beach, but seeing how I was struggling Yuri decided we’d instead stop at a rock that was not covered in snow and have some tea. He brought with him some pads for us to sit on. We sat down and in true Russian fashion sat there surrounded by snow with howling winds and drank tea. With the winds screaming and the frigid wind chill I was quite grateful that I’d layered to the max!

We spent about ten minutes drinking tea until Ivan, the other group member, decided he wanted to go to the beach after all. So Ivan got up and started hopping effortlessly over all the rocks, snow and ice making his way toward the beach. As I sat there huddled on a rock with a teacup in my hand trying to stay warm I wished that I’d have had that type of energy. I guess having been born and raised in Seattle I just wasn’t cut out for Russian winters. Yuri eventually got up and told me to wait on the rock and that he was going somewhere, where I didn’t know! He said he’d be back and left his stuff. I really did not question thinking he was just going out for a bathroom break or somewhere. Looking back on it, I should’ve asked him!!

About ten minutes went by and I started to wonder where he’d gone, so I climbed up to the top of one of the mounds to take a look at the scenery around. No sign of Yuri! I thought it was odd, but figured he’d eventually come back. Another few minutes went by and still no sign of Yuri. Ivan was down at the beach playing around, so I was alone, not a soul for miles!!! I started to get worried, calling for him thinking maybe he was just over the next rock. Nothing!! Eventually my worry turned to all out panic. I had no idea how to get back to the van! I yelled some more and still nothing but howling wind.

What now? I did not want to leave my place in case he came back, but the weather was starting to get even worse and visibility was shrinking rapidly. I looked at my phone and by some miracle I actually had decent mobile coverage out there in the middle of nowhere!! Yuri had called me earlier that morning to make sure I was coming so I quickly dialed his phone number. But no luck! I then realized the tour organizer had written me on Facebook, so I quickly wrote him a message that Yuri was nowhere to be seen and that I was panicked. Within about a minute Yaroslav, the tour organizer called me on Facebook to tell me not to worry that Yuri is extremely trustworthy and you can trust him like your brother. He told me that if he did not show up to find a place that was not windy and to start following my footprints back to the van. The only problem with that advice was that this was wide-open tundra!! There were no trees or places I could find that would shield me from the cruel Arctic wind!

Just as I was ready to give up and try to maybe walk back to the van, I spotted someone!!! At first I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I thought maybe it was just a rock that looked like a person, but sure enough out there on the snowy tundra it was indeed Yuri. I waved profusely and he waved back. I was relieved to know that he was on his way. I wrote Yaroslav telling him that I’d found Yuri. He was relieved and said it was easy to get lost out there.

Yuri eventually made his way back to my rock. I frantically asked him where he had been. I said to him that he’d been gone for what seemed like at least a half an hour. He looked at his watch and said, “I was gone just about 15 minutes”! 15 minutes………no way! Maybe Arctic time is longer than back home, but there was no chance he was gone only 15 minutes. After my story about how I was worried he’d abandoned me out in The Arctic he told me he’d gone back to the van to retrieve some boots that I could slip over my tennis shoes. These would help me walk through the snow easier. I slipped them on and they did help, but there was no taking away from the fact the wind still was brutal and the conditions were rough at best.

Eventually Ivan returned from his side trip to the beach and we were ready to continue our adventure. We walked over some more terrain then hooked up with what was the road, albeit totally covered in snow. We continued walking for about another 15 minutes until I got to the point where I had to ask Yuri how much longer we would be going for. After all we’d been out there a long time, plus conditions after getting better for a bit were again rapidly starting to deteriorate. Yuri stated we’d be hiking for another half an hour. No way was I going to continue to brave these conditions for another half hour. By that time Ivan had already raced out ahead of us by about a kilometer. Yuri said he’d run ahead to try to catch up with Ivan to tell him we were heading back and to return with us. He told me to head back on the road and that I’d eventually find the van. He said he’d catch up with me once he found Ivan. I was a bit skeptical but I figured if I kept walking I’d find it.

After about 15 minutes of hiking Yuri caught up with me but he was missing Ivan. Where was Ivan I asked? He said he refused to come back and wanted to walk out the full half hour. We got returned to the van despite the harsh conditions of blowing snow, ice and hail. It was good to be back in the van and be warm especially after about 2 or so hours of hiking in the frigid conditions. Although I was happy to be back in the van, I was a bit worried as I had train to make to St. Petersburg at 7pm and we were leaving rather late. Who knew what type of conditions lay before us on our way back. After a good half an hour of sitting in the van huddling around the van’s heater Ivan finally returned! We were finally ready to go back to Murmansk!

My guide, Yuri, forging ahead despite the white out conditions
The conditions on our return trip were nasty at best, blowing snow, times of near zero visibility and very bumpy conditions. It was a good thing we had a UAZ- 2206, a cross between a VW van, 
Our trusty UAZ-2206
a cross between a VW van and a huge 4x4 truck or we’d’ve never made out of Murmansk. We arrived into town about 5:30pm with just enough time for me to pack my bags, go to the grocery store below to pick up some Coke for the road and check out of my hotel. I made the train with no problem but was sad to leave The Arctic and all its adventure behind. I may have left the Arctic behind, but the memories and impressions of my three days in the Arctic will never ever leave me!

Blue dot marks the spot! My location at my furthest point north!

Should I Stay or Should I Go?


Shortly after I completed my abandoned buildings tour I came down to reception to talk to Vanda about staying a few extra hours at The Pushkin Hotel until my train left that evening to the legendary city of Kazan, Tatarstan. She told me the other day that we’d try to think up some solutions so I did not have to pay too much to stay till that evening. When I came down she did not look like her usual happy self. I asked her “how are things”……..she paused and said “bad”. I asked her what the matter was. She said I would kill her when I heard the news. She said The Pushkin was all full up for several days and that I’d have to leave at checkout, which would mean I’d have about 10 hours of time without a place to stay. She was quite disturbed, worried and did not want me homeless for ten hours. Vanda frantically tried to think up all types of different scenarios but to no avail.

I was a bit panicked too, but luckily I had a solution in case there were no cancelations and I was forced out of The Pushkin. For my return trip from Kazan, Tatarstan through Moscow I had a 15 hour layover between trains and I had booked a hotel at the train station called “Gorod Otel’” or “City Hotel”. Their check in and check out time was pretty flexible, so I suggested that I stay there in case I needed a place to rest. Vanda quickly called them and indeed they had room, so we made a reservation. She said she’d try her best to get me a room at The Pushkin so I did not have to move.

The next morning came, but there were still no cancelations, but she still was hopeful she could pull something off. An hour or two later after breakfast there was a knock at my door it was Vanda. She said she had found me a room but that I’d have to move from my nice suite to a much smaller room. I was open. We went upstairs and she showed me two different rooms and indeed they were small…………no bigger than a nice coat closet. Plus, they would cost a lot more than “CityHotel” over at Kazan Railway Station. I said I’d give it a thought. At that point her shift was over and she was leaving which meant it was time for one final goodbye. I gave her a big hug and kissed her goodbye………feeling sad that I wouldn’t see her for another few months.

After a fair amount of time weighing my options I figured I may as well save the money and move across town to the Kazan Railway Station. So after a week of being at The Pushkin I somehow gathered up all my stuff cluttered around the room and headed to the railway station. I got to the railway station and after going around and around trying to find the hotel entrance I finally found it tucked away in a remote corner of the station. I was glad I found it………..the bad news though………it was up at least several flights of stairs and my bag weighed at least a ton! They had a little ramp on the side of the stairs to help you, but that did little good just made my bag tipsy and fall over. So like the famous Greek legend of syphisis, who kept rolling the rock up the hill only for it to fall down, I kept rolling my bag up the stairs and the small ramp only for it to fall over and for me to try it again. After several attempts I finally made it up the stairs to the hotel! The staff there was very welcoming and I was glad I spoke Russian because without that skill, I’d be in deep trouble, as they spoke zero English!

I checked in and they escorted me to my deluxe room. It was a nice room and would do well for my 9-hour stay. It had a view over the train station, which was ok since I was only going to be spending a few hours there anyways. I actually enjoyed my view, as it was entertaining to observe from above all the people scurrying around the station and listening to the non-stop announcements on which trains were arriving and which ones were departing. I’ve been to a lot of different train stations in Russia in my life, but for some reason Kazan Station just felt a bit different. It was more frantic and had a unique atmosphere to it. It may have been due to the fact that all the trains from the south come into Kazan Station, i.e. Chechnya, Dagestan and Ossetia, three places that fair or unfair have a reputation as being bad places.

Kazan Station
VDNKH Fountains in summer
Once I got settled into my room I went out to one of my most favorite places in all of Moscow, VDNKH. VDNKH is a type of Soviet world’s fair like park with all types of buildings, exhibits, statues and relics to remind one of bygone times. There you have different pavilions from the ex-Soviet republics, which profile the republic’s native culture. Some of the other highlights include a fountain with 15 golden statues in a circle to represent the ex 15 republics. During summer months when the fountains are on it is quite the sight to see.

Unfortunately, the fountains were off and they were constructing an ice skating rink around it, so I only caught a glimpse of them from afar. But the other buildings were still there in all their glory. However, it wasn’t always so glorious. Shortly after the USSR collapsed in the early 90s the park began to decay and many buildings were left to rot. Only recently did the government start to take an interest in revitalizing the park and bringing it back to its former glory days. To me this park holds a certain nostalgic value, as it was the first place I ever visited when I first came to the Soviet Union in the summer of 1991. Today I can safely say VDNKH is back to its past glory days and serves as a favorite place for Muscovites to visit during their free time and during summer when its jammed with people!

I returned to my hotel room tired from all my walking around and freezing from the chilly weather. After coming back so cold I learned that it’s better to air on the safe side and layer than under layer. What seemed like a century’s worth of time quickly evaporated to no time and before I knew it, it was time to pack up my bags and hop aboard the new double decker train to Kazan that would take overnight. I looked forward to my next adventure! My journey was just starting!
Kazan Station entry

Abandoned buildings and a new ring line


Moscow for years has been trying to improve its traffic problem , which is awful, with little to no success! They've tried a few different things like built countless new metro stations and also started charging for parking in the center, but for what it's worth it all has failed to solve some of the world's worst traffic. The newest weapon Moscow has rolled out to get people off the roads and onto trains and buses is the new metro system called МЦК or for those who do not read Russian, the Moscow Central Ring line. It just opened in September. Unlike the first ring line, which opened in the 1930s and uses regular metro subway wagons, the new Moscow Central Ring line has actual nice brand new state of the art rail cars by RZD/РЖД (Russian Railway company) with comfortable seats to accommodate passengers. They even have cars that are specially made for the handicapped and to bring your bicycle on, two things that are pretty uncommon in Russia.

The new line dwarfs the old line weighing in with over 35 stations as compared to 12 for the old one. So, being the lover of public transportation and especially trains I figured I’d spend some time out of my day taking a ride on it. Overall, I was very impressed with the system. The seats were comfortable, the ride was smooth and there were plenty of announcements in both English and Russian to let you know what the next station was and what the interchange was.

However, the connections to the regular Moscow Metro are awful!! Many stations are not connected with the overall metro requiring you to walk sometimes upwards of 15 minutes to get to the next station in the elements and through the regular grimy streets. It basically feels as if you are transferring to a whole another metro system even though it is completely owned and operated by the same company that runs the regular Metro system and all cards and passes are valid on it. Mind you there are some stations where there are overpasses and a clear connection, but it’s the ones that are not connected which make it a bit of a flawed system. Nonetheless despite all of its flaws I enjoyed my ride on МЦК Moscow Central Ring line.

That evening I had yet another exciting adventure planned, an abandoned buildings tour in Moscow. Unlike in the United States where going into an abandoned building would not only never be advertised as an official tour, but would probably get you into a lot of legal trouble, in Russia there seems to be no problem, even if it is a bit dangerous. The plan was to meet my guide at The Sparrow Hills metro station and from there we would explore an abandoned escalator shaft followed by an ascent to the top of a building for a view of all of Moscow. I arrived at the metro station in good time only to get a message from Maxim, my guide, to say that he was running late due to traffic. So I waited and waited some more till he called me and told me where to meet him. Sometimes it can be so maddening as I have studied Russian for 26 years but many times people say things over the phone and I don’t understand them. This was one of those cases, but eventually I was able to pinpoint that he was outside the station waiting for me. I walked out of the station and by a guy just standing there. I got eye contact with him like to say, “Are you the one I’m looking for” and he didn’t do anything. I thought that was odd, so I went back and approached him and asked him if was Maxim. Sure enough it was he. 
Sparrow Hills Metro station which sits on a bridge
  
Our first stop would be the abandoned escalator shaft on Sparrow Hills. The Sparrow Hills or as it once used to be known as Lenin Hills station is located at the bottom of the hills. In order to get up it you have to hike up about a kilometer to the top. This can be kind of hard if you’re not in good shape or are not up for the weather elements that Russia can throw at you. But back in the Soviet days you did not have to worry about this, as there was a second option, an enclosed escalator to the top. But in the 1980s the dirt started to shift and the escalator started to show cracks and signs of settling. Due to this the shaft was closed and has been abandoned ever since.

Tonight we would explore this now abandoned shaft. I had seen the shaft many times before while walking around Sparrow Hills and had heard about it but did not know much about its history, just that it was no longer in use. Because the sun sets soooo early in Moscow, about 3:30 pm, we’d be doing this all in the dark, adding an extra layer of suspense.

We arrived at the shaft and it was pitch black around us, plus very icy!! I could feel my feet getting a bit shaky but luckily I was quickly able to stabilize myself. He handed me a flashlight and showed me where I’d have to step up to in order to get in. It was a bit of a reach to step up onto the ledge that led into the abandoned shaft but I was up to the challenge.

Once we got in all I can say was it was very creepy. I guess what else would you expect when talking about an abandoned building, but this was not a good feeling. There was trash EVERYWHERE and I mean everywhere, heaps upon heaps of it making it hard to really walk around. I asked him when we got in if it was dangerous. Usually when asked this question Russians in their very cavalier manner will answer with a smile and say “no, not at all, it is no problem, very safe”…..even if it is highly dangerous. So, when I asked him if it was dangerous he actually replied by saying “a bit”. I knew if he thought it was a bit dangerous that it probably was not very safe and therefore not a good idea! We took a look at the old engine room, which was also just saturated in trash and I guess a home to bumbs and homeless people. We got back to the main area where the escalator used to be and now there are just ruins and he asked if I wanted to climb up to the top. I said at this point I was uncomfortable and that I’d rather just skip it.

Our next stop would be an abandoned building 15 minutes away across town. But of course due to traffic it took us 45 minutes to get there. Once there I noticed the building was surrounded by what seemed to be concrete panels and was about 14-15 floors high. He must have had some type of arrangement with the security company who was guarding the building because we were let right in and they seemed to know him quite well. I suspect that it was very much an under the table sort of thing, where we did not have official permission to go up there but nonetheless money does talk, especially in Russia!

Although it was pitch black in the building I had a better feeling about this one than I did the abandoned escalator shaft. Luckily he handed me a flashlight so I was able to see pretty easily. He told me that the building was started in the late 1980s during Soviet times and when the USSR collapsed in the early 1990s that the building’s funding fell through and it was never completed. We explored all the different floors of the building, which contained heaps of debris and dirt. The stairs to the top were all on the outside, so every time we’d be hiking the stairs he’d tell me to turn off the flashlight so people did not see us. On our way up he commented that I was brave for taking this tour in the winter and that he hadn’t had any customers since summer. That would be me, someone who always does things a little bit differently!

Eventually when we got up to the top of the building I noticed the roof was a giant ice-skating rink with ice everywhere. Having slipped several times last winter on my trip to Iceland I did not want to repeat this unfortunate incident and proceeded very carefully. We got to a point where we could see the entire city and the view was incredible! The only problem was I could feel my feet slipping underneath me, but luckily nothing did happen. He offered to take me further to a higher point on the roof but after carefully considering everything and seeing how icy it was I said no.

Even though the roof was icy and treacherous in places it was all worth it for the view. You could see all of Moscow! Just below the building you could see the metro station, which made for
Metro station below
interesting viewing to watch all the rush hour commuters moving like a wave below toward the metro station. And, if you squinted very carefully you could even make out Red Square somewhere in the distance. Sitting right next to our abandoned building was an old TV tower, which has in recent decades been put of service by the larger than life huge Ostankino TV tower which could be made out to the north of us. Several years ago the tower was going to be destroyed but there was a huge outcry to preserve this as a Soviet monument. Luckily, the government listened and it still sits there today, a reminder of the bygone days of Soviet television. Although Russia can be a little rough on the edges with burnt out buildings, strange rules and kind of odd Soviet like architecture I think this is what keeps me coming back for more! That of course and the girls!!
The old TV tower


Friends


Following my awesome tour of The Bolshoi I returned to the hotel for a bit of rest before my first of two social engagements that day. The first meeting was with my Russian teacher, Ekaterina. The second one would be with my student Sasha. Ekaterina is the niece of two of my students, Nikolai and Marina and has been most helpful in trying to help me improve my Russian beyond its current boundaries. Sasha has been my student for about a year and always is fun and interesting to talk with.

I arrived a bit late to lunch with Ekaterina, which I felt bad about, but once again I underestimated how long it would take to get ready in this cold, snowy weather. Luckily she was very understanding and told me it was no big deal. She took me to a great Georgian restaurant, which served my utmost favorite Georgian dish if not one of my most favorite foods, Hachapuri, a kind of pizza but without sauce stuffed with cheeses inside. I so wished there was somewhere, anywhere in Seattle or nearby that served this wonderful food, but alas I’ll just have to keep coming back to Russia!!

It was wonderful to meet with her again (I’d met with her in person on my last trip in May). Over lunch we discussed her current PhD thesis, which was based around the creation of a new computer program for Russian language learners to better improve their reading skills, writing skills and listening skills. It was still a work in progress and was being tailored for all types of different levels of Russian. I look forward to testing the program myself and especially liked the fact that it would tell the learner why they made a mistake. So many online tests I’ve taken in Russian or exercises that I do don’t tell you why you made the mistake leading to frustration on the part of the language learner.

Ekaterina and I also were lamenting about how so many unique and individual cafes in Russia and especially St. Petersburg have gone out of business in favor of chain restaurants like Coffee House (a Russian café that is literally on every single corner!!) and others. And here I thought my hometown of Bellevue and Seattle were the only place where unique local restaurants were being replaced by global mega chains! Goes to show you there is nowhere immune to the evil tentacles of globalization. 

After discussing a wide range of other things including her recent trip to the Spanish city of Grenada, which sounded absolutely fabulous and a place that if I ever can break my addiction to travel in Russia that I’d like to visit, we said goodbye. I promised that I’d definitely continue my lessons with her. Unfortunately my mother’s recent health problems and my unhealthy obsession with the past election (which I’m still mourning) left little time to do lessons. But hopefully this time around I’ll do better at time management and find a place for lessons.

I returned to my hotel room a bit tired due to the last remaining remnants of jet lag trying to exert their power over me. I laid down for a bit and then got ready for my second social engagement, dinner with my student, Alex or Sasha. He was going to meet me at Pushkin Square about three blocks away from my place, where we would take the metro to his place. Meeting at Pushkin Square under the Pushkin statue is a common place for people to meet in Moscow. And why not, it’s a great landmark and you really can’t go wrong! Although I am very proficient on how to navigate the metro, which I’ve been doing successfully since 1991 when I was a freshman or 9th grade and sneaked out of my hotel room at 6 am to ride the then Leningrad Metro blue line, Sasha insisted that he meet me in the city center so he could personally escort me to his apartment, an hour away by metro. I hated to put him out but since he was so insistent I gladly agreed.

The metro ride was a long one, nearly to the end of the orange line in the southern part of the city. Although we had reached his home metro station that didn’t mean we were there, we still had to walk 15 minutes to his apartment. We arrived without any drama, but his mother had been expecting us and wondered why we had been so long. She introduced herself as Svetlana and proceeded to give me a tour of their apartment. Russian apartments are amazing! The hallways and entrances to the buildings themselves are not very pretty. Often they are dark, foreboding and the elevators can look as if they’re ready to go out at any moment. HOWEVER, once you step inside you are in a whole new drastically different world! The apartments are always nicely furnished, very airy and definitely tastefully decorated. Sasha/Aleks’ apartment was no exception! It was very nice inside, very airy and definitely very welcoming.

Sasha and me at the dinner table
Following the grand tour we sat down to dinner. Russians always make sure you are well fed and this visit was no exception. Our discussions at the dinner table were all very interesting. Sasha/Alex had a huge passion for Great Britain and when it came to British history he could talk about it till as they say, “the cows came home”. If anyone ever needs an expert to explain Churchill’s reign and what it meant to the UK and/or the world Sasha is your man! He’s a genius!! His mother actually used to work in England and spoke about the stark differences between the UK and Russia.
Sasha's mom, Svetlana and myself

One difference she noted was how in the UK and of course as I noted in the United States people will often smile at complete strangers and even say hi or engage in polite conversation. Whereas in Russia you generally absolutely do not smile at strangers or really make conversation. This may be part of the reason Russia gets a bad wrap about being unfriendly. Russians are very much to themselves and believe that smiling at someone is quite weird and in one Russian’s words indicates there must be something really wrong with you! I try to remember this when I’m on the streets of Russia, but sometimes being from Seattle where people are super friendly and will always smile and go out of their way to be nice, it can be hard.
View of Moscow from Sasha's apartment.
 After hours of chatting about everything, we wrapped it up. I couldn’t believe it, but Sasha wanted to personally escort me home. I told him all he had to do was take me to the metro and I’d be good from there, but he insisted. So, we got ready and headed to the metro eventually reaching my place in what seemed like record breaking time of one hour, which meant Sasha would have to ride the metro home one hour. I felt bad, but there was no way he was going to let his honored guest ride home by themselves! Parting ways with Sasha made me feel very grateful for the awesome friends I have across this gigantic nation!
Sasha and me at my hotel, The Pushkin