St. Petersburg, Russia...
There were two new stops this time ~ the first was St. Petersburg. I didn't manage to make it to the market for the CD and DVD buying frenzy, but I did go out with a group of folks to a night club. Being this far north at this time of year, the sky doesn't go completely dark. After the sun sets at about 11:30 the sky becomes a hazy colour of grey and stays that way, making you believe the night is but young, just like you.
After leaving the ship, heading to the club, we realized that Sunday night probably isn't the biggest party night. We were surprised to see that there were people out and the attire could only be described as eclectic ~ knitted sweaters, jeans, floral dresses, club gear, full 3 piece suit. You name it, it was likely worn there. After arriving we sat listened to music. Some of us danced. Some of us tried to pick up chicks (no not me...). Some of us just observed what was going on while we drank our $12 drinks (that was me...).
Akis and his Russian beauty
When the clock struck 3:37, we decided it was time to go home, we did after all have to work the next day. As we stopped at the Golden Arches for something to settle our tummies, we hailed the cab to take us home. Only problem, the cabbie has no idea where he can find that great big ship we call home. After 10 minutes on the cell phone speaking to someone about directions, we get into the cab and he assures us that it will be $6/person to get back home. The 4 of us settle into the cab and watch as the lights in the homes have started to come on and people are getting ready for another day, another week. The sky is still light and as he drives like a madman on the deserted streets we wonder if we are going to make it alive. We arrive at the port entrance only to be told by the guards, that we are not able to enter. As the cabbie wants to leave us there, we insist that he take us to the ship, he speaks to his comrads and determines that the entrance we want is 'over that way'. Feeling confident in the direction we are going (not), we start providing him with other locations that are close to the entrance to the port ~ the most notorious being the Seaman's club. Unfortunately there was something lost in the interpretation between the Greek and the Russian as he thought we wanted to be let out at the Seaman's club ~ if you recall this is a strip club/brothel ~ and not somewhere I really needed to be at 4:30am on a Monday morning... We managed to convince him that the boys were not looking for extra-curricular activities, and we drove a few minutes longer and found the entrance to the port. He let us out to pass through customs, only to find that he was not going to be joining us on the other side. What? We need to walk? My friends managed to snag a cab and I am quite grateful they did. I probably would have been stubborn and walked, but after sitting in the cab for the 5 minute ride, I realize now that it would have been quite the trek in the heels.
Next St. Petersburg I am hoping to get out in the daylight ~ not that it is going to look any different, but the activity of the market is something I would like to see. Besides, how better to spend you afternoon than trying to guess what the DVD is based on the photo on the DVD cover. Oh good times, good times...
After leaving the ship, heading to the club, we realized that Sunday night probably isn't the biggest party night. We were surprised to see that there were people out and the attire could only be described as eclectic ~ knitted sweaters, jeans, floral dresses, club gear, full 3 piece suit. You name it, it was likely worn there. After arriving we sat listened to music. Some of us danced. Some of us tried to pick up chicks (no not me...). Some of us just observed what was going on while we drank our $12 drinks (that was me...).
Akis and his Russian beauty
When the clock struck 3:37, we decided it was time to go home, we did after all have to work the next day. As we stopped at the Golden Arches for something to settle our tummies, we hailed the cab to take us home. Only problem, the cabbie has no idea where he can find that great big ship we call home. After 10 minutes on the cell phone speaking to someone about directions, we get into the cab and he assures us that it will be $6/person to get back home. The 4 of us settle into the cab and watch as the lights in the homes have started to come on and people are getting ready for another day, another week. The sky is still light and as he drives like a madman on the deserted streets we wonder if we are going to make it alive. We arrive at the port entrance only to be told by the guards, that we are not able to enter. As the cabbie wants to leave us there, we insist that he take us to the ship, he speaks to his comrads and determines that the entrance we want is 'over that way'. Feeling confident in the direction we are going (not), we start providing him with other locations that are close to the entrance to the port ~ the most notorious being the Seaman's club. Unfortunately there was something lost in the interpretation between the Greek and the Russian as he thought we wanted to be let out at the Seaman's club ~ if you recall this is a strip club/brothel ~ and not somewhere I really needed to be at 4:30am on a Monday morning... We managed to convince him that the boys were not looking for extra-curricular activities, and we drove a few minutes longer and found the entrance to the port. He let us out to pass through customs, only to find that he was not going to be joining us on the other side. What? We need to walk? My friends managed to snag a cab and I am quite grateful they did. I probably would have been stubborn and walked, but after sitting in the cab for the 5 minute ride, I realize now that it would have been quite the trek in the heels.
Next St. Petersburg I am hoping to get out in the daylight ~ not that it is going to look any different, but the activity of the market is something I would like to see. Besides, how better to spend you afternoon than trying to guess what the DVD is based on the photo on the DVD cover. Oh good times, good times...
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