Another fine example of Moscow thwarting my best laid plans: I had to change my flight home the other day and duly went to the CzechAir office in Moscow as instructed by the friendly lady in the Dublin office. Stepped out of the metro on the street I was directed to, to realise that said street ended at number 29, when I was looking for number 31. Cool. Cue much aimless wandering around looking for the phantom building. Two phone calls later, one from Paris and another to Anna, I had the proper street address and its whereabouts. It was a beautiful day so I was still in a good mood. While moseying down the street, keeping an eye out for number 31, I realised that buildings number 39 and 29 were right beside each other. No sign of numbers 30-38. At this stage my patience was wearing a little thin. When I eventually found the elusive office it had closed 10 minutes previously. I had spent the best part of 80 minutes looking for it. It was lucky that I've recently expanded my Russian expletive vocabulary as I had a few choice words to say to the locked doors. They were very sympathetic.
I used my credit card earlier to make a 10 euro purchase (let's face it, I was just too bone-lazy to go to the cash machine) and the girl working in the shop scrutinised my passport, including the visa page, made me put in my pin code AND made me sign the docket so I would have the privilege of purchasing an item in her establishment. If I had known the Russian for retinal scan I would have offered that to her too.
With the warmer weather Muscovites are excelling themselves with the fashion on show, our college in particular is a delightful microcosm of fashion disasters. In the past two days I have seen crochet see-through tops, both leather and stone-washed waistcoats and plaid lumberjack shirts...all on guys. The potential for people watching is huge. I'd love to take some pictures, I think I would be run out of college if I did.
Our toilet has started to constantly flush, any ideas how to make it stop? It's like having our own private waterfall.
posted by Fiona @ 5:20 pm
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It's better than the toilet NOT flushing- which is what mine chooses to do when it's in a bad mood. It's kind of like Russian roulette, because you never know if you're going to be the one who has no choice but to leave a floater for the next person. And Fi, I'm sure it was obvious that number 29 was next to building 84, korpus 1059, section K. It's fully your fault for taking an hour and a half to figure that out :)
damn that building and its fake address! Same happened me in New york, the address just did not exist like it said it did and spent aaages trudging up and down this reallllly long street in the NY heat getting frizzy and frustrated and sweaty!!! mmmmm I hear you say...mmmmmm. Lets just say I know your pain...but at least I didnt have to do it in Russian! xxx
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