ST PETERSBURG
7TH - 9TH JUNE 2005
We found ourselves at the eurolines bus station at 6.30 a.m. waiting with some trepidation for our bus to Russia, the guide books had painted a pretty gloomy account of our forthcoming journey. We were taking bets as to which knackered old bus in the station would be ours but to our surprise a double decker modern one turned up so we hopped on and hoped for the best! The roads in Estonia are a little bumpy so this answered our question as to why the bus journey would be so long, and fortunately we slept most of the way to the Russian border. Again the guide books and foreign office website had given a less than flattering account of what we might expect, but it wasn’t anything the horrors we were expecting, in fact it was just like any other customs experience. There was a big sigh of relief from us both as we sped out of the border on-route to St.Petersburg. We arrived at our balti jaam destination ahead of schedule even though the Russian roads are in a far worse statethan the Estonian roads and that’s saying something!
We tackled the St. Petersburg metro and arrived are hotel in no time at all. The hotel was basic but OK, as we had arrived a day before our trip started we had time to explore the city ourselves. (Jules I don’t think you warned me enough of the perils of crossing the roads!) Crossing the roads basically means taking your life in your hands and hoping for the best! Nar its probably not quite that bad but there is certainly a nak to it, I think living on a main road for the past 3 years helped with the daredevil tactics you needed to employ to help getting across in one piece!
It was weird cause St. Petersburg is one place I have always wanted to go to, I thought I would just fall in love with it but it took along time for me to
We tackled the St. Petersburg metro and arrived are hotel in no time at all. The hotel was basic but OK, as we had arrived a day before our trip started we had time to explore the city ourselves. (Jules I don’t think you warned me enough of the perils of crossing the roads!) Crossing the roads basically means taking your life in your hands and hoping for the best! Nar its probably not quite that bad but there is certainly a nak to it, I think living on a main road for the past 3 years helped with the daredevil tactics you needed to employ to help getting across in one piece!
It was weird cause St. Petersburg is one place I have always wanted to go to, I thought I would just fall in love with it but it took along time for me to