John Gahagan presents a portrait of Moscow and St Petersburg,
where he found the atmosphere to be surprisingly warming
I looked at the smiling
faces around me and realised
that vodka wasn't the only
spirit in evidence that night
IT WAS midnight and it was Moscow, and as we boarded the sleeper at
Leningradski Voksal railway station, I lingered behind for a few moments
to savour some of the unique atmosphere. It was just as I'd imagined it
would be; there was a real buzz of excitement about the place as
travellers, oblivious to the biting cold and steady falling snow, joked
and chatted in small groups along the length of the platform. The sounds
of their laughter and farewell banter filled the night air, and mingled
with the calls and shouts of the porters as they struggled to control
their overladen baggage carts and sledges on the hard packed snow and
ice.
By 1 am we were all aboard the Red Arrow overnight train as it
thundered its way along the frozen steel tracks of the Moscow-St.
Petersburg railway. Outside, the temperature was 20[DEG] below and
falling; inside our sleeping berth however, it was near boiling point
and rising as the cabin heaters blasted away at full power. I searched
high and low for a temperature control switch, gave up and resigned
myself to sweating it out for the night in a 70mph sauna.
Despite the heat it was a comfortable cabin and as I settled down I
browsed through the pages of a guidebook which described this very
journey. I dozed off where it mentioned how I would be awakened in the
morning by the car-attendant proffering an ornately decorated metal and
glass cup brimming full of hot, dark Russian tea, freshly brewed in the
large samovar in his cabin. In the morning I awoke as the attendant
knocked on the door, entered, and placed a tray on the small bedside
table. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, rubbed the sleep from
my eyes and focused on two plain glasses of hot water with the strings
of Liptons' tea-bags dangling over the rims. Either the Samovar was on
the blink or the 200 roubles I handed over as payment was a bit on the
stingy side.
No matter, during the previous three days in Moscow we'd gulped down
plenty of authentic Russian tea (with the addition of spoonfuls of
ice-cream in lieu of milk) as we took time out from our relentless
assaults on the city's tourist attractions.
Our Moscow base was the Izmailovo Hotel, about 30 minutes drive from
the city centre. It was built on the 3000-acre Izmailovo estate to cater
for the 1980 Olympic Games, and with 10,000 beds, was the largest hotel
complex in the world. It is known locally as the Scottish Hotel due to
the amount of restoration work being carried out there by Scottish
architects and craftsmen. As part of the upgrading and refurbishment
programme, many western-style bars (charging western-style prices) are
being privately built within the hotel complex. A modest round of drinks
in one such bar cost 23,000 roubles, just less than the monthly income
of the waiter who served it.
Of the many changes taking place in Russia, one which directly affects
the visitor is that tourist shops and bars within hotel complexes no
longer accept foreign currency. Everything must be paid for in roubles.
There are currency exchange facilities in all hotels but dollar bills
are still in demand at the many roadside stalls and markets.
Russia's larget open-air market is held every Sunday in a football
stadium adjacent to the hotel. Rows of stalls overflowing with
Matryoshka dolls, fur hats and all manner of tourist paraphernalia fill
the vast stadium. Outside the market, a ragged line of unofficial
traders now ply their wares all along the half-mile route to the metro.
Here, as at most Russian metro stations, groups of vendors, mostly older
women, gather in all weathers to sell what few items of food and drink
they can get hold of, their meagre produce resting on upturned orange
boxes to keep them from the frozen ground.
Winters are generally crisp and cold in Moscow with little or no chill
factor. In St. Petersburg, however, situated on the shores of the Gulf
of Finland, an Arctic wind can suddenly whip up and plunge the
temperatures to well below zero.
St. Petersburg, established by Peter the Great as his ''window to the
west'', is a truly beautiful city with a unique blend of Western
influence and Russian culture. Tourist literature on the city often
recommends a summer's afternoon stroll down Nevsky Prospect, or a boat
trip through the network of canals during the White Nights of June, when
the sun hardly sets, but in winter there is an almost magical quality
about the city as the waterways freeze over and the gilded domes of its
many cathedrals and magnificent palaces glisten against the cold powder
blue of a winter sky.
The chill of the morning as we stepped from the sleeper train was soon
displaced by the warmth of our reception from Rita Olga and Lisa, our
volunteer guides and interpreters from the St. Petersburg Association
for Co-operation with Great Britain.
The Association, or Friendship Society as it is more widely know, has
been actively involved in promoting greater understanding and friendship
between Russia and Britain since the 1950s. Among other things, it
ensures that tourists have the opportunity of meeting and talking with
ordinary Russian people by visiting schools and homes throughout the
country. A welcome change, I thought, to seeing the country only through
the windows of a tour bus or through the pages of the local English
language newspapers. Most of our party took advantage of this
opportunity and were soon fixed up with home visits.
I was invited to dine at the Karachen family apartment where Natalia,
husband Victor, and some family and friends, had laid on a superb spread
of local produce. Dishes of caviar, salted salmon, hams, and a spicy
peppered wild boar sat alongside preserved fruits, vegetables and wild
mushrooms which had been grown at the family dacha during the summer
months. The children in the company entertained us with songs and
dances, as we adults observed the seemingly age-old custom of toasting
every worthwhile cause in single shots of neat Russian vodka.
As I reflected on the sweeping changes which have taken place in
Russia over the past few years and of the many hardships still being
endured by a great number of the population, I looked at the smiling
faces around me and realised that vodka wasn't the only spirit in
evidence that evening. Dusha, which is the name for the Russian spirit
or soul, was also there in abundance.
* TOUR organised through Multi Tours by The Scotland-Russia Society, 8
Belmont Crescent, Glasgow G12 8ET, tel 339-9706 and PIK Travel Services,
Prestwick International Airport, tel 0292-79822.
Cost from any Scottish airport serviced by British Airways is *#590
(#520 if joining tour at Heathrow) and includes return flights, airport
and transfer charges, eight nights full board hotel accommodation,
tourist guide services and train journey between Moscow and St.
Petersburg, sharing two berth sleeper compartment. Additional costs --
visa #10, insurance #17.
*Due to currency exchange fluctuation these prices are liable to
change at short notice.
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