And a New Year in Russia (2013)
The day after new years day I’m sitting in Hong Kong airport transit lounge at four in the morning waiting for the connecting Aeroflot flight to Moscow, big M4 parka in tow. I have my visa, all other paperwork is in order and G is meeting me at the airport. Purpose of visit? Why to visit my parents in-law and for G to show me her home. First time to Russia, it’s a little exciting, besides which there’s the prospect of the central naval museum in St Petersburg.
I catch my flight, it’s Aeroflot, they’re flying their brand new Airbuses, the stewardesses are flying their brand new retro look uniforms and the trip is uneventful.
Arrive at Sheremetyevo airport in the evening and make it through customs and passport control without a hitch. Galina is waiting on the other side, having arrived earlier from her sabbatical in Chile, and we text back and forth as the queue moves along. First thing you notice is that Russians aren’t that big on the smiling, inside I’m sure they’re bubbling over with good humor, but on the outside… not so much. Visa stamped we hop the red train into Moscow then take the metro out to Galina’s sister Kira’s flat in Marina Rosha.
Of course just saying ‘take the metro’, hardly does that colossus of engineering and art, justice. Oh and those long slow steep escalators down to the deep stations on the metro are apparently perfect for stealing a kiss from your girl, though I don’t think that was the reason for their being so deep. 🙂