Moscow: A Horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.
So last night, or rather this morning around 1:30, a friend and I were braving the streets of after-hours Moscow. We had gone to the coffee house (actually called Coffee house, its a chain similar to starbucks), to get a little work done and ended up staying way later than we should have. In this little excursion I broke several of my cardinal rules of studying abroad:
Rule Number One: Never walk in a group less than three after 10 at Night in a large foreign city. One person is sure to be mugged, two a little bit more challenging but doable, three not likely. Yeah- It was just me and a very blond American looking Colin.
Rule Number Two: Never talk to a stranger if they approach you and attempt to make conversation. Its one thing to ask directions, or if you approach them; but let me just say that George the crazy Armenian who approached us at the coffee house fell under neither of these categories. Colin did not apparently catch my "don't make eye contact" approach. For the next hour we were entertained by the Sketchie George who explained his obsession with "everything that is English".
Rule Number Three: avoid random horses walking down the sidewalk in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning. (seriously where does one keep a horse in the middle of Moscow?)
Rule Number Four: avoid talking to sketchie groups of Italians in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning
Rule Number Five: Don't get hit by cars driving on the sidewalk in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning (don't worry I didn't actually break this rule...but it was a challenge not to)
Rule Number six: Don't walk down dark ally ways with only one person in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning.
Rule Number seven: Don't forget your key to your hostel.
Rule Number eight: Don't bang on your hostel door and wake up half the neighborhood trying to get into your hostel at 1:30 in the morning.
Rule Number Nine: try to avoid cars that drive backway down a street in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning.
Sigh....just when I though Moscow couldn't get any sketchier........
Rule Number One: Never walk in a group less than three after 10 at Night in a large foreign city. One person is sure to be mugged, two a little bit more challenging but doable, three not likely. Yeah- It was just me and a very blond American looking Colin.
Rule Number Two: Never talk to a stranger if they approach you and attempt to make conversation. Its one thing to ask directions, or if you approach them; but let me just say that George the crazy Armenian who approached us at the coffee house fell under neither of these categories. Colin did not apparently catch my "don't make eye contact" approach. For the next hour we were entertained by the Sketchie George who explained his obsession with "everything that is English".
Rule Number Three: avoid random horses walking down the sidewalk in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning. (seriously where does one keep a horse in the middle of Moscow?)
Rule Number Four: avoid talking to sketchie groups of Italians in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning
Rule Number Five: Don't get hit by cars driving on the sidewalk in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning (don't worry I didn't actually break this rule...but it was a challenge not to)
Rule Number six: Don't walk down dark ally ways with only one person in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning.
Rule Number seven: Don't forget your key to your hostel.
Rule Number eight: Don't bang on your hostel door and wake up half the neighborhood trying to get into your hostel at 1:30 in the morning.
Rule Number Nine: try to avoid cars that drive backway down a street in the middle of a large foreign city at 1:30 in the morning.
Sigh....just when I though Moscow couldn't get any sketchier........
posted by susan at 8:07 AM
1 Comments:
hahahahahaha
ONLY SUSAN, I SWEAR TO GOD.
I miss walking on the streets of Oxford with you at night--remember the time we were almost run over by a group of drunken townies on George Street when we were searching for food at 9pm on one of the first Saturdays, before all the students got there?
Yeah. And I thought THAT was sketch. haha
Be safe, dear! Love you!
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