How many times have I wanted to be able to start a postcard with that message? At last, I got to do it for real when I arrived in Moscow. It wasn’t all plain sailing. For a while, on arrival at Beloruskiy station. Nobody could speak English. For the first time on my 19,100-km odyssey, I felt lonely.
I met the first English-speakers, Amy Eagleburger and Marina Semenikhina and hugged them.
You really need to be able to read Russian cyrillic alphabet to read the Metro directions and road signs.
I met with two Russian friends, Elena Barinovaand Yulia Gusarova
The next day I visited the iconic St. Basil’s Cathedral and the Russian Harrods: GUM.
I met some lovely people at my poetically-named hostel, Winterfell on Arbat.
Speaking of poetic, I was serenaded with opera arias on the Polonez train from Warsaw to Moscow by the restaurant car assistant, Irina Glazkova.
Read more about my adventures from my article in The Star: