From Russia with Love

Sitting here in the airport terminal in Moscow’s Sheremetyevo Airport, waiting for my flight to London Heathrow before another long journey to York again.

I believe Moscow and Russia on a whole, is probably the most secret and least understood big city, big country, ever. Before coming here, especially because I hardly prepared for my trip here, I knew next to nothing on what they had here, what it was like, what to expect.

The four days spent here, must have been one of the most eye opening experience so far for me. I walked on roads paved almost a thousand years ago, in places that held such huge significance to so many Russians, seen many gothic styled buildings related to Stalin’s rule – also known as the Stalin buildings – which were impressive, seen many of their sights, and so much art – did you know they had so much art spanning almost a thousand years? O traversed time within their complex metro system, with their tracks many many, many meters down underground, causing escalator rides to last minutes, not just a few seconds. The interior was stupendously extravagant, decadently decorated, with marble, huge chandeliers, beautiful lights, especially the red line, the oldest, built during soviet times, and many stations bearing symbols of their rule. It amazes how they did it all. However, the roads and the main streets aren’t like what you see in most of the rest of Europe, nothing much here is. Cars are crazy, walking on streets are a little scary, paths aren’t always well paved, but overall, it wasn’t terrible. I guess I won’t say any place is terrible – unless it really is – but different because every city is different and it isn’t fair to compare one to another because there isn’t one singular dimension you can score it, can you? So if they are not so good on the cleanliness like back home – which is crazy clean, so almost all other places lose already – but they have such rich history, what’s the score now?

Something else I never knew was how religious this country is. Maybe not outwardly so, but the number of cathedrals within sight at any point in time, to me at least, in Moscow, always numbered above 2. And within the city, you’ll always catch a glimpse of beautiful domes representing flames, light, in gold or in a myriad colours, even without similar beliefs as the orthodox Christians, I understand the attraction to these buildings and the beauty that they are.

Whilst I was here alone (sort of), I would not recommend a single non Russian female to come, unless they are conversant in Russian and brave. In retrospect, I’m amazed by my foolhardiness and naivety that I would have been fine here. Thankfully for Svetlana, my ever present precious friend who brought me around and translated and was my voice in communication. Without her, there was no way I could get around, or even find my hostel in the first place. Close to nothing here is written in English, apart from brand names, and only some menus (let’s say 2/9 places we went to) have English translations. I can now read most of the Russian alphabet, which according to Sveta is so easy, only 33 letters! Apart from my illiteracy and muteness in Moscow, I think I found this place extremely charming and the people here are really quite nice. I kind of made friends with the security guard at the corner grocery store near my hostel, and that’s another story altogether. And the hostel guys were really helpful and nice! People we met in restaurants and stores were friendly – if you spoke the language, which we did, thanks to Sveta, spasiba! Harasho! (thank you/ very good) – even giving us full discounts on my countless souvenirs because of our chit chatting and smiles and intensity in choosing them, at least that’s what I’m choosing to believe.

Moscow, I would really recommend, but how to do it I have nothing to offer – get a Russian friend? Or learn the language and get a hold of a good map of the entire Moscow, be alert and maybe you’ll be able to do it yourselves! I’m quite endeared to this secret city, and I do want to come back, for friends, for the sights, for it’s beauty.

festivities.

its the Chinese New Year!!

Already had the first round of overeating last night! Reunion dinner with the extended family – we had 20 family members around the dining tables, with 4 steamboats, and too much food. Continued with tea, strawberry cake, durian puff. Yum all around. I love my family!

And tonight its going to be just my family. And tomorrow, its going to be awesome, visiting my grandma, and basically sitting there all day eating all the new year goodies. Stuff your face!!

Ann & Robyn will be joining, cool! And I’m going to pop over to Mayjean’s to visit them too! I’m excited.

I want pineapple tarts, hay bee hiam, bar kwah, mee suah………….

my emotional pillars

I miss my girls in Singapore.

I miss being able to hop into my car and drive to Sengkang and Bedok Reservoir Road, anytime of day. Typically late at night, with the moon up in the skies, street lights lit down the highway, and cars miles away from me in the quiet of the night. Driving down in silence, with my fm radio shot, and no mix tapes at hand. The roar of the engine, the wind blowing past the closed windows, the wheels over road.

Getting to their places, I’m just able to sit there, not needing to say much, but just have company at times, spill my overflowing emotional tides at others.

I miss that. That emotional support my girlfriends are for me. When I feel like I’m in a rut, and emotional blackhole, I can always trust in them, to say the right words, and if the right words don’t exist, to just be there.

As Charlotte on SATC said, ‘..Maybe we could be each others soul mates. And then we could just let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.”

yesterday’s my today.

Today, yesterday, same thing to me. As long as I haven’t fallen asleep, the day hasn’t ended.

So, today, was a really long day.

Woke up at 7, got out of the house, after managing to eat breakfast too, at 755am. Jumped into the car with Nick, picked up Frederick, Sara & Ai, then went to pick Chisako up.

Got to Ebina Bethel around 945am, toured Bethel – it was very interesting. I liked the London one more though, I don’t know why, maybe because I was a young kid and old memories are hard to compare to, especially if I don’t get to see the same things.

Then we went to have lunch at a rest stop. Then on to Mt Fuji we went.

Went up Mt Fuji aka Fuji-san. Took the road that has musical asphalt. The roads hummed the song “Fuji-san” as we drove on it. It was really cool. I’ve only ever heard of it when I watched “Japan Hour” in Singapore, and I never thought I’ll have a chance to experience it. Check!

Saw snow for the first time! Yeah, ok, I’m pathetic. But I come from Singapore – SUMMER ALL YEAR ROUND. And, I travel during summer too! So its never wintry nor snowy! So I touched snow, it was well, cold, and it was soft! It was fluffy. I was definitely not dressed for the weather, I was freezing to death. No one said we were going to Fuji-san nor seeing or touching snow! I was decked out in a skirt, with simple black stockings and ballet flats. BALLET FLATS. My toes were crying out to me. Thankfully I had a hat & gloves. But it was awesome seeing snow, touching it for the first time. To the amazement and humor to my Japanese and Swedish counterparts.

After Mt Fuji, we went to Yokohama! Yokohama’s Chinatown. It was amazing to see a chinatown apart from the one in Singapore. The one in Singapore seems fake to me, but now I have a feeling that all Chinatowns have an artificial feeling to it. They tend to be too touristy and have too much touting. Its kind of annoying. But we got to eat amazing chinese food, I didn’t have any space for any dimsum though. ): Sad. I want to go for yumcha soon! Or maybe I’ll just tahan (“endure” in malay) till February when I go home for a visit.

After our walk around Chinatown and then our very satisfying dinner, we finally make our way back into Tokyo.

Good night, buona notte, oyasuminasai.

Ps. Photos will be uploaded soon.

PPs. Ok I know I have a lot of things delayed. SORRY.