Sunday, March 15, 2015

Memories of St. Petersburg

So many memories of St. Petersburg.  Where do I start?

How about at the beginning?  Friday night, overnight train to St. Pete's was at midnight.  Midnight?  I go to sleep everyday at 10pm + the time change, yikes.  Will I make it?

Went to the train station with my friend Natalia, her hubby and son.  15 year old son had a class trip coincidentally leaving from the same train station.  As we waited for hubby outside platform, typical scene - could have been any train station around the world.  Drunk crazies harass us.  Don't know if they wanted money or chatter since I don't speak Russian.
A Kazakhstan man keeps talking to us.  What should we do?  Walk away?  Look away?  Cop comes up and chases him away.  When he comes back, wow, police in action.  Takes what I thought was a club and stuns him above the knee.  Ahhh the guy screams and grabs his knee.


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