Well, we stepped off the train and made it to the hostel with a lot of luck. But our luck seemingly ran out there, as the rest of the evening was rather disturbing. Oh, and yeah, Moscow is extremely expensive. The manager of our hostel, David, seemed nice enough at first, offering to take us down to the Kremlin and help Chris find a nice shirt. Just as we began to walk out of the hostel he threw up on the sidewalk and then just stepped over it and continued walking with us. "I'm nervous, I had coffee today," is all he says. Then for the next half an hour we can't shake him away and I have to tell him that Christopher and I would rather have some alone time. AWKWARD!!! and then immediately after we lose Davy, this guy named Egon comes up to us and asks if it's okay if he walk around with us. he wasn't as creepy except i got the feeling that he was trying to steal our organs for the black market. you know, that old trick. Anyway, the Red Square was pretty breathtaking at night.
Oh yeah, and it's really hard to get people to smile here.
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