After the usual breakfast served by the illustrious Teemore (is that how's its spelled?) We broke into the class for the day, the lesson being about the various art and architecture of St. Petersburg. The project here was to draw a picture about one of the various buildings around the city, but after several moments of stumbling around on my own pad of paper, I decided to give up and let imagination take hold. Ryan "The Wall" K. was already on the floor, happily blasting away with his colored pencils like a babushka on fresh borsht. Though the lesson was informative, I can't say that my own skills were up to the high standards of Marty.
Following that was yet another scavenger hunt. Like last time, we were given various pics of the city and try to track them down, capture the image and return to home camp. Fortunately for "the K" and I, most of what we had taken in pictures already were covered, like the Winter Palace and the chariot arch next to the Alexander Column, But still, not wanting to disappoint, we ventured out. We were Assassins on the Hunt, ready to prove what was already known by our class. By the time we returned with our prizes and declared Awesome, we'd replied that we were just being ourselves.
After taking the pictures of the targets, our duo descended to venture out from the boundaries. The Blue Mosque was the destination, who teal and turquoise minarets could be seen for miles around. Though the temperatures were freezing, our fortitude kept us warm. This did not prevent Ryan "Candy man" K. from whining every now and then about the cutting wind, as he never thought to bring his jacket to Russia. Seriously, a jacket? To Russia? Who woulda thunk? We finally made it, despite a small detour to the Peter and Paul Fortress for a bathroom break (the boy can't hold his juice) to the mosque. It was a masterpiece in its own right, but unfortunately it was locked to us Explorers. The designs on the outside exquisite, the architecture superb, and the dome big enough to shove the heavens aside in a bid for supremacy. After a few pictures and a small look-see, we decided to take the long road home.
Along the way, we stopped at the bazaar outside o the Church on Spilled Blood. I almost expected gypsies and mystics ready to tell my fortune and sell me spices from faraway lands, but alas, it was just ordinary people with some interesting merchandise. They were aggressive in their own way, fighting for my attention in trying to hawk their wares. Ryan "Dancing Queen" K. made the right descision and decided to wait outside the bazaar, but I had to be sucked into it.
One hour later, the inrepid explorers made it back to the hostel. The task of dinner was at hand, so Tim "Can't Touch This" W., Dylan "Rock Monster" K. and Ryan "Sweet N, Low" K decided to crack out several hundred grill cheese sandwiched for our comrades-in-arms. The feast was spectacular and the company never better.
And so dear reader, I leave you with this latest chapter in the chronicles of the EC Term 3 Russia Trip.
Following that was yet another scavenger hunt. Like last time, we were given various pics of the city and try to track them down, capture the image and return to home camp. Fortunately for "the K" and I, most of what we had taken in pictures already were covered, like the Winter Palace and the chariot arch next to the Alexander Column, But still, not wanting to disappoint, we ventured out. We were Assassins on the Hunt, ready to prove what was already known by our class. By the time we returned with our prizes and declared Awesome, we'd replied that we were just being ourselves.
After taking the pictures of the targets, our duo descended to venture out from the boundaries. The Blue Mosque was the destination, who teal and turquoise minarets could be seen for miles around. Though the temperatures were freezing, our fortitude kept us warm. This did not prevent Ryan "Candy man" K. from whining every now and then about the cutting wind, as he never thought to bring his jacket to Russia. Seriously, a jacket? To Russia? Who woulda thunk? We finally made it, despite a small detour to the Peter and Paul Fortress for a bathroom break (the boy can't hold his juice) to the mosque. It was a masterpiece in its own right, but unfortunately it was locked to us Explorers. The designs on the outside exquisite, the architecture superb, and the dome big enough to shove the heavens aside in a bid for supremacy. After a few pictures and a small look-see, we decided to take the long road home.
Along the way, we stopped at the bazaar outside o the Church on Spilled Blood. I almost expected gypsies and mystics ready to tell my fortune and sell me spices from faraway lands, but alas, it was just ordinary people with some interesting merchandise. They were aggressive in their own way, fighting for my attention in trying to hawk their wares. Ryan "Dancing Queen" K. made the right descision and decided to wait outside the bazaar, but I had to be sucked into it.
One hour later, the inrepid explorers made it back to the hostel. The task of dinner was at hand, so Tim "Can't Touch This" W., Dylan "Rock Monster" K. and Ryan "Sweet N, Low" K decided to crack out several hundred grill cheese sandwiched for our comrades-in-arms. The feast was spectacular and the company never better.
And so dear reader, I leave you with this latest chapter in the chronicles of the EC Term 3 Russia Trip.
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