The first (of many) Russian trains brings us to Moscow for four days. The Express train was extremely civilised - coffee brought to your seat, if you please... - and the view from our seats was simply spectacular.
|Sammy admires the view|
|Fighting crime, one beer at a time|
|Historic buildings be damned - I want shoes|
The GUM shopping centre, once a dour Soviet hell, is even shinier than I remember.
|Your puny camera cannot capture my awesome shininess|
Red Square itself is breathtaking, of course - as are the views from the Moskva River.
|You will be awed, decadent Westerners.|
And we walk back to the hotel through a network of in-no-way scary underground tunnels
|Nothing scary about this|
|"I'm so glad we did this, Ali."|
Blogging may be light for the next few days, as our hotel's internet connection appears to be a Soviet-era telephone line. Uploading each photo takes at least fifteen minutes. It's 2am, and this has not been the most productive 3 hours of my life...