Let me recap my day. I woke up this morning, happy that I was in a bed that was not moving and jolting. I got dressed and got ready to tackle a new day.
First stop, former NKVD (precursor to the KGB) prison turned museum.
|Please don't take me to Siberian Gulag, my friend|
I didn't see a sign that said, "No Photography" but I figured that the nature of my pictures would probably get me kicked out, so ever snap shot gave me a jolt of adrenaline. For example, I really wanted to give Lenin a kiss, but I am sure that must go against some national law of defacing and defiling Soviet monuments and statues.
|OK Lenin, I go 90 per cent, you go 10 per cent|
After we left, I kept thinking that my irreverence at the NKVD museum was a little uncalled for. I mean, I did ask if they sold souvenirs.
Erica: "Do you think they sell Soviet pins here?"
James: "Erica, would you ask for a souvenir from Auschwitz?"
James: "Remind me to never take you to a concentration camp."
We continued our day, making our way through the туристические достопримечательности. Yes, that is how you say "tourist attractions." My theory is that Russians really don't take kindly to strangers - so they really make it as difficult as possible to ask, "Where are your most famous tourist attractions?"
|I'm the Richest Woman in Russia!|
I have some more somber and equally awesome pictures, but the internet at this hostel is so slow! I will have to update more upon arrival at Yekaterinburg. See you soon!