After a whole day and a half by myself I was looking forward to drinks with my mate Sheep’s good friend who he’d met living in Moscow years before. I had hours to kill, so decided to take a slow walk back to the hostel via Gorky Park.
What I thought I would experience: 80s fun fair with cheap tasty snacks and beer in the sunshine. People watching.
In reality I experienced : Seeing a space ship by the side of the river. An overpriced packed Italian restaurant where I got a table and a large glass of wine thanks to the incredibly nice staff that seemed to take pity on me.
3 hours later, almost in tears due to tiredness and sore feet, which had lead to indecisiveness and backtracking I was still not at the hostel. Being determined to walk rather then use the metro was not a wise move. Still, on the way I’d seen the Peter the Great Statue, which has been voted 10th ugliest by a travel forum. I was told they tried to move it to St Petersburg in 2010, but the city didn’t want it. The tour guide actually told me as well it was given as a gift to the Dutch but they sent it back. Perhaps an urban myth? Still, I thought it was cool. All 98 metres of it.
Other highlights (‘features’) of my walk…
* Stumbling into a Soviet Statue Art Exhibition
* Seeing the padlock trees and wondering if they come and break them when they get divorced (just my state of mind at the time..)
* Watching the hippie types in a park (who knows what park. I was lost. L.O.S.T.) breathing fire and walking on tightropes between the trees.
* Seeing the Red Square in the evening.
and finally… getting back to the hostel, and having a beer. Lying on my bed, drinking my beer. No shoes on, no pain, drinking beer.