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Well guys I’ve got an hour to kill so this will be it for that whole “update” thing.
Today is the last day and we’re taking in the sights and sounds of Moscow. Little city by the bay. The number two wealthiest city in the world and I’m reflecting on how the hotel managed to squeeze out another 40 bucks per person. Our reservation was a few rooms short. Oh well.
Anyway, thank God for hot showers! I think I can say that for the ENTIRE team. The journey was actually pretty sweet. The bus driver drove through the middle of some busy city to make a personal pick up, adding about 45 minutes to our already intense commute. When the translators asked him about the stop he then started screaming something about women not being allowed to question his “authority.” It was really cool when Andy laid the smack down and put him in his place. That was my personal highlight of the drive.
We then inhaled KFC and the group split, half going to Red Square, half passing out, after long hot showers of course.
Today started with the strangest breakfast I’ve seen since, well, Moscow last year. Cole slaw, Mayo, undercooked backon and un-pasteurized milk. No wonder no one smiles here. We then went to the open air market to buy you guys cool Russian stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed haggling one guy for a ram’s horn goblet. I know you’re jealous. Don’t be upset if you get a shirt that says, “I sponsored my son/daughter in Russia and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.” like I said, there have been major price increases that were not calculated.
Everyone made it on the train to Red Square, even me. We ate authentic Russian Sbarro pizza and marveled at the throngs of Russians parading around in some “amazing” fashion “outfits.” everyone catch my drift with the quotation marks? Good.
We’re off now to the armory where all the czar’s jewels are kept. Pray for safe travels tomorrow. We’ll see you soon! Thank you for your love and diligence in prayer, and the grace to forgive all my misspelled words. God bless from Mother Russia.
Ian
