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Day 12

Arrival in Yekaterinburg

semi-overcast -10 °C
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Packed and ready to disembark our train at the next destination way too early, like kids too scared to miss the stop we stand fully clad in our woollen accessories and mount our back packs 30 minutes before we hit the platform. We were told in unclear English that we were only stopping for two minutes, actually it was thirty.

Arrival in the new town gets our blood pressure rising as we stand out like obvious tourists and get ripped off by the stinking taxi driver of 500 roubles for a trip of only 115R. The smell of stale cigarette trapped inside an old vehicle sends my nostrils into total overdrive. My neck scarf absorbs all smells so added to the mutton dumpling smell from the gur I now have a layered stink.

Arrival at our bed and no breakfast we meet Alexey who had sent us a text to advise that the heating in our booked apartment was broken so they have relocated us to an alternative location, it’s more central is the compensation. We are guided around to the back door which feels like a great place to be murdered, a huge steel door sees us step inside a cold concrete entrance then trudge up five flights of stairs (84 steps to be precise). In our puffy jackets and back packs it’s a huge effort, we are underwhelmed with this decision as Lyn had also specifically booked a bath for my midnight insomnia and there is no bath. It’s very difficult to communicate disappointment or try and score an upgrade without speaking more than one word in Russian. Spaceba (thank you does not cut it). I wanted to say “thanks for nothing”.


Oh well we recover pretty quickly when we discover a bar next door, a few hits of cards and a lovely English speaking young waiter who suggests a nice Italian Pinot Grigio, fuck me are you serious $25.00 for two drinks, ripped again. Let’s go to the supermarket and buy some stuff to cook. How difficult to shop in Russian, looking for ingredients to cook Lyn’s favourite dish of spaghetti carbonara. No bacon only extremely fatty spec and no idea if the cow means cottage cheese, cream or yoghurt. We spend at lest 20 mins trying to decipher which cow was for cream.

The facilities in the apartment are very basic, hardly a challenge for me as I’m used to the shed but no cork screw, this is total madness. The meal was bland and no where near up to standard. Sorry Lyn.

Best we just write this day off and hit the sack, it’s not even 6.00 pm, pitch black and loss of time from travel was our excuse. Toasty warm was definitely the bonus.

Posted by DebandLyn 02:05 Archived in Russia

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