John and I are (all being well) off to Russia at the end of this month. We’re staying in Moscow for two nights then taking a sleeper train to St Petersburg, then staying there for another two nights before flying home.
I’m a bit of a nervous bunny when organising such things – mostly because if I get something wrong in the planning/booking stage, it’s a waste of quite a bit of money. Consequently, it took me a while (think, months) to actually book the flights and the hotels. We got that sorted a few weeks ago though so then my attention turned to getting the visas.
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Sunday started in the same way as Saturday: up earlier than normal for a cooked breakfast and hypnotic staring over the bay. After breakfast and a digestion-aiding rest, we checked out of the hotel and started the drive home.
We woke at about 8am so we could go down for a hearty Scottish breakfast to start the day. I didn’t mention it in the Friday entry but the bay-facing side of the dining room is purely picture windows so no one actually speaks in there, everyone is just hypnotised by the view. As for the breakfast, the croissants weren’t the freshest I’ve ever tasted (they tasted like they were the long life type) but the cooked part of it was good and filled us up for most of the day. (And no, we didn’t have any haggis.)
