The ultra-necessity when visiting a foreign country is to return with near tacky but still quite nice gifts for friends and family. Souvenirs, more often than not they are the very things friends and family expect you to bring back for them! (more…)
Posts Tagged ‘Russia’
Responsible scientists
04 Feb 2007 | Russia | Comments Off
On our way back from a buffet dinner with our Russian hosts our walk back through the center of Yekaterinburg took us past the fantastic Ice Palace located, I assumed, just by the town hall. I reasoned this because of the fact that there was a prominent statue of Lenin beside it. (more…)
A Walk in the Woods
04 Feb 2007 | Russia | Comments Off 
[cont. from previous] …from the Church on the Blood we piled back into the bus and choked off again on our mystery tour, complete with interesting facts on why to be considered beautiful, Russian women used to be on the rather large side. (more…)
Russian blood; the Last Tsar
04 Feb 2007 | Russia | Comments Off 
Today we were off on an excursion out of the town – no one had any idea before we left where to so I took the opportunity to get out early and try and catch a bit of the sunrise in the park around the hotel. (more…)
Late Sunrise
03 Feb 2007 | Russia | Comments Off 
Up early to be at the talks being given today starting at nine, the sun rises around 9:30 and its not fully light until then but I was able to scrub enough ice off the window to see what lay opposite our hotel. Buildings previously hidden by low, snow laden clouds, revealed themselves. A burnt-out shell a little way off, windows blackened, lay under a dawning sky…a pink glow above us as we walk out of the hotel. (more…)
Its not so bad when there’s no wind…
02 Feb 2007 | Russia | Comments Off
The temperature was lingering around -10C, perhaps a little lower, quite reasonable in fact when you’ve got decent layers on but if there’s a breeze – no matter how strong – it whips round you and chills anything exposed. (more…)
Notes from an enormous country
01 Feb 2007 | Russia | Comments Off
My trusty red bag all packed up and ready sat on the shelf beside me as I start my journey to Russia… (more…)
