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From Russia with love

Russian around Moscow

The mild night air envelops me and, in the fledgling darkness, I pass young lovers sharing passionate kisses, Muscovites walk their dogs and all around is one of the world’s best known capitol city squares, Red Square. Flood lit and fairy lights all combine to add sparkle and life to the iconic Kremlin and St Basil’s Cathedral. I stand in the middle and revel in the 360 degree panorama. All around is a living fairy tale a melange of medieval European castles and Oriental domes.  It is 11pm and the sun only set an hour ago on a frustrating day.

Kremlin, Lenin mausoleum and St Basils
Kremlin, Lenin mausoleum and St Basils
Lenin library
Lenin library
The Arabian nights fantasy that is St Basil's Cathedral
The Arabian nights fantasy that is St Basil’s Cathedral
Fairy lights on Gum department store complex
Fairy lights on Gum department store complex
Main gate tower to Kremlin
Main gate tower to Kremlin
Tomb of unknown soldier
Tomb of unknown soldier
Iconic Bolshoi theatre just opposite our hotel
Iconic Bolshoi theatre just opposite our hotel

Our first day sees leaden skies overhead with frequent rain showers and even storms. This is a pattern that is repeated pretty much the whole time here. My frustration at trying to extract something half decent photographically would have been palpable to Suzanne. Compounded with this were issues with a crazy queue for Lenin’s mausoleum that left us just on the wrong side of the 1 pm closing time and an inexplicable mass of people queuing outside the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour preventing us from getting in. Later we find out that these are pilgrims from all over Russia to worship at the church as it has recently acquired relics of the revered St Nicholas. There is no public access to this tourist hotspot for months.

Cathedral of Christ the Savior
Cathedral of Christ the Savior

In the end we completed the afternoon with a tour that seems underwhelming until you actually do it, namely Moscow’s metro stations. As I have seen in North Korea the communists used the underground rail stations for propaganda and “art” for the masses. Most of the inner Moscow stations were built by the people in the 1950s and they were decorated with frescoes, chandeliers, statues and paintings. Each had individual themes and all were designed to promote Soviet propaganda. Inexpensive entertainment and most importantly unaffected by prevailing climactic conditions.

Komsomolskaya Station
Komsomolskaya Station
Kievskaya station
Kievskaya station
Kievskaya station
Kievskaya station
Ploshchad Revolyutsii station. Patting the nose of the border guard's dog brings good luck in exams
Ploshchad Revolyutsii station. Patting the nose of the border guard’s dog brings good luck in exams
Mayakovskaya station
Mayakovskaya station
Novoslobodskaya station
Novoslobodskaya station
Kievskaya station
Kievskaya station
Teatralnaya station
Teatralnaya station

Come the evening and my wander through Red Square without any rain nor reliance on sunshine and the diabolic weather forecast I resign myself to believing that these night photos are as good as it gets.

 

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From Russia with love

From Russia with love

Why Russia? This was the consistent response from my patients and friends when I was aked about these holidays. Admittedly my primary interest in this country is trekking in Kamchatka but there was no way that I would neglect the rest of such a fascinating country.

Everyone knows all about Russia. It has always been there as the “yin” to the west’s “yang”. As I grew up in my childhood it was the “evil empire”, the premier Communist nation on the planet. The antithesis of the capitalist west, the “good guys”. With a finger on the nuclear button our side felt it had to build bigger and better nuclear weapons to protect us all. I. A closed society it created the iron curtain. Very few people from the west got in and even less information about their society came back out. I always found the air of mystery to be particularly alluring.

When communism fell in the late 1980s and we all expelled a collective sigh of relief. This enigmatic nation’s political system convulsed and morphed into a “wild west” corrupt version of capitalism all the while maintaining a pretext of being socialist. Now the nuclear threat has been replaced with a cyber threat and that somehow seems a lot less deadly than nuclear war.

When I looked further into Russia I realised how little I really knew. This is the biggest country on the planet (even after the loss of the Soviet satellite states in 1991) and the runner up does not even come close at only half the size of Russia. From side to side there is room for 8 time zones (Australia only has 3). It has a population of 142 million but, worryingly, its one of the few where the population is decreasing. The ethnicity of the people is diverse and in this county that straddles both Europe and Asia it is interesting to see that reflected in the differing visages on those walking the streets.

My adventure begins in Moscow where I will see the heart of Russian power and what remains of the Soviet times. Then onto St Petersburg, the ornate and very European side to Russia. The middle 2 weeks sees me on the trans Siberian train to Vladivostok. At over 9000km and seven days travel time it is one of the great railway journeys of the world.and also the longest. The conclusion will be 2 weeks trekking through the magnificent Siberian wilderness of Kamchatka.

 

Caviar and champagne for breakfast
Caviar and champagne for breakfast
Ceiling of breakfast room
Ceiling of breakfast room
Breakfast at the Metropole
Breakfast at the Metropole

 

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Secret women’s business in Sudan

Sipping fragrant clove tea in the shade opposite the Blue Nile. It is a toasty 37C at this “pop up” tea stall by the roadside. Next to me in a wheel chair i a one legged man. I look at the remaining leg fleetingly, oh he seems to have a moon boot on that one as well. Slowly my mind processes the African reality and I glance back to confirm my diagnosis. There is no orthotic on his leg the massive leg is a result of an impressive case of elephantiasis. The reason for this colorful name for the parasite infestation of his lymphatics is never better illustrated than by looking at massive elephant like leg on this man.

The women of Sudan, in accordance with Sharia law are veiled.Interestingly enough most wear hijabs These sit loosely over their heads, not covering their happy African faces but rather function as a colourful fashion accessory. A smaller minority wear the the more conservative niqabs which has them veiled in black with only the eyes uncovered. If they are also wearing glasses then the cover seems total and the look is positively alien!

All around us at the tea stall sit men quietly whittling away lumps of wood into small pieces. Stalls all around sell the bagged up kindling along with fragrant acacia and sandalwood to women for the unique ritual of dukhan. It is a tradition that goes back generations and is uniquely Sudanese. Women start on their wedding day and will continue it regularly throughout their married life. The wood is taken home and lit until it is hot coal. The fragrances are put on top and the smouldering coals are put on the ground. She undresses, wraps a blanket around herself an sits over the coals literally smoking her skin. The benefits are said to include fragrance, tanning of the skin and, supposedly, tightening of the vagina to enhance their husband’s sexual pleasure.

Chair, bagged wood and henna paint. Let the Dukhan begin!
Chair, bagged wood and henna paint. Let the Dukhan begin!

Unlike the west, this is a society where open expressions of sexuality are banned.Media depictions of sexuality or the exposed female form are similarly banned. Even the laundry service at our hotel states “We apologize for not accepting ladie’s (sic) underwear” Presumably dirty knickers must titillate here! Imagine the excitement then when a Sudanese man comes home and smells smoke on his wife’s skin!

Acropole Hotel Laundry form
Acropole Hotel Laundry form

Come on baby light my fire!