The beanie is king...
Trip Start
Dec 01, 2009
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Trip End
Jan 12, 2010
The last of my administration appears to be over. Panic set in Saturday afternoon as I was told that my 72 hours to register my visa had expired at 5pm on Friday, rather than at 2pm today (it's currently 7:30am, I'm 8 hours behind) as I had originally calculated. However, with the aid of Marina, who used to do this kind of thing for my old Russian school, I got registered. Amazingly, the central post office is a 24/7 affair, which is probably necessary given the snail like pace that it moves. However, it afforded ample opportunity to witness the Russian queue in action. The queue that you see is not the real queue. You can leave the queue at any time, so long as you ask he person in front of you and behind you to mark your place, which they will do as naturally and happily as if you'd left a 7ft bodyguard maring your place. So when you join the queue, you can never be quite certain of how may people are in front of you. Which is unfortunate, because each person in front of you represents about a 30-minute wait. However, this is not quite as bad as it sounds, you only need to wait in line of you actually have some business to transact. If you need to ask a question (is this the right queue, what forms do I need etc) you just push to the front and ask, the teller will answer your question, then, along with everyone else in the queue, expect you to either move along or join the queue. There were three people in front of me, so I was waiting for about an hour. However, this was efficient compared to 2006 when I was trying to send some post home (apparently it's illegal to post books without a special permit and markings inside and outside the box).
Registration in hand I was now emboldened to begin using the metro. No registration makes you a prime target for police looking for lunch money (they can hold you at the police station for up to 3 hours - or just shake you down on the spot), and there are always police at metro stations. Officially they stop about 1 in 15 or 1 in 20 commuters to ask for their papers, but it seems to be happening less and less compared to last time. The St Petersburg metro, at least the inner city stations are really quite beutiful, empire blends with soviet in their decoration, and they are well maintained. They are also he deepest metro lines in the world as the have to go under the Neva River. However, it is illegal to photograph the stations without special permission. They were used as bomb shelters during the war, and as such classified as military installations, and have never been declassified. However, you don't get thrown into prison for being a spy if you get caught photographing them, just an on the spot 100 ruble fine (about $3.50). So no photos as yet.
I still haven't done much beyond eat, sleep and re-acquaint myself with the city I am still hard pressed to explain whyI think of as a second home. The weather has been a kick in the pants though. Firstly, I came to see the pace covered in snow and the river, canals and the Gulf of Finland frozen over. Doesn't look like this is going to happen until January as it's been an unusually warm December. That being said, the temperature is hovering around 0 (I think -3 has been the coldest so far). The best and worst thing though has been the daylight. You don't start getting even a smattering of light in the sky until about 9:30am, then it's pitch dark at 4:30pm. In between there'sa grey, overcast twilight, which is playing havoc with the camera, and my body clock. I find myself ready for bed around 6pm, thinking that it's about 10pm. But the upside is that everything feels like you're working on bonus time, the secret extra couple of hours you get at about 2am and about 5am when it's not quite yesterday, and it's not quite today. The kind of time you have when you're at home on a rainy overcast day with nothing to do but read or watch telly. Russians are deeply superstitious and there is a long tradition of folk magic that survives even to today. I'd always thought this was just quaint, but having experienced the non-time in winter, it seems to be much more real, to make sense.
Anyway, on to the title of the blog. Fur hats are not as common as I had thought. The beanie, amongst men anyway, is king. I tried a fur hat on yesterday, but it just made my head look inordinately large (think "So I Married an Axe Murderer" - 'That boy's head is huge, it's like an orange on a tothpick!'). But dwelling on the men for a second, this whole country, well, 90% of the male population, seems to be punching above its weight. Big, fat, ugly, angry buggers walking around with girls who are impossibly cute, and so petite they look like they would shatter if they fell over. The remaining 10% look like they're actually doing the girl a favour (either through money, brians, looks, power or muscles). As for the girls though...well, Russia is not an ugly nation when it comes to the fairer sex. I don't remember them being this good looking, Maybe there's just more young people about, maybe it's just cause I'm situated in the historic centre, but they are so striking it sometimes makes you stop, unable to do anything else but wonder how anyone could have the kind of features you just saw and be real. Perhaps if I spoke more Russian my illusions would be shattered, but I suspect not.
Took the camera out on Saturday, so here's a couple of gratuitous, though really quite crappy, photos of some of the major sights. Honestly, I spent $2k on a camera, including a grand on lenses, yet the 40 year old Pentax Spotmatic I bought in a Costa Rican pawn shop with it's beaten up 135mm and 55mm lenses beats this Nikon hands down in terms of image quality. There is honestly no comparison.
The photos are just from a stroll up Nevsky Prospect, the main drag, Will add more detailed folders on my Flickr site.
Registration in hand I was now emboldened to begin using the metro. No registration makes you a prime target for police looking for lunch money (they can hold you at the police station for up to 3 hours - or just shake you down on the spot), and there are always police at metro stations. Officially they stop about 1 in 15 or 1 in 20 commuters to ask for their papers, but it seems to be happening less and less compared to last time. The St Petersburg metro, at least the inner city stations are really quite beutiful, empire blends with soviet in their decoration, and they are well maintained. They are also he deepest metro lines in the world as the have to go under the Neva River. However, it is illegal to photograph the stations without special permission. They were used as bomb shelters during the war, and as such classified as military installations, and have never been declassified. However, you don't get thrown into prison for being a spy if you get caught photographing them, just an on the spot 100 ruble fine (about $3.50). So no photos as yet.
I still haven't done much beyond eat, sleep and re-acquaint myself with the city I am still hard pressed to explain whyI think of as a second home. The weather has been a kick in the pants though. Firstly, I came to see the pace covered in snow and the river, canals and the Gulf of Finland frozen over. Doesn't look like this is going to happen until January as it's been an unusually warm December. That being said, the temperature is hovering around 0 (I think -3 has been the coldest so far). The best and worst thing though has been the daylight. You don't start getting even a smattering of light in the sky until about 9:30am, then it's pitch dark at 4:30pm. In between there'sa grey, overcast twilight, which is playing havoc with the camera, and my body clock. I find myself ready for bed around 6pm, thinking that it's about 10pm. But the upside is that everything feels like you're working on bonus time, the secret extra couple of hours you get at about 2am and about 5am when it's not quite yesterday, and it's not quite today. The kind of time you have when you're at home on a rainy overcast day with nothing to do but read or watch telly. Russians are deeply superstitious and there is a long tradition of folk magic that survives even to today. I'd always thought this was just quaint, but having experienced the non-time in winter, it seems to be much more real, to make sense.
Anyway, on to the title of the blog. Fur hats are not as common as I had thought. The beanie, amongst men anyway, is king. I tried a fur hat on yesterday, but it just made my head look inordinately large (think "So I Married an Axe Murderer" - 'That boy's head is huge, it's like an orange on a tothpick!'). But dwelling on the men for a second, this whole country, well, 90% of the male population, seems to be punching above its weight. Big, fat, ugly, angry buggers walking around with girls who are impossibly cute, and so petite they look like they would shatter if they fell over. The remaining 10% look like they're actually doing the girl a favour (either through money, brians, looks, power or muscles). As for the girls though...well, Russia is not an ugly nation when it comes to the fairer sex. I don't remember them being this good looking, Maybe there's just more young people about, maybe it's just cause I'm situated in the historic centre, but they are so striking it sometimes makes you stop, unable to do anything else but wonder how anyone could have the kind of features you just saw and be real. Perhaps if I spoke more Russian my illusions would be shattered, but I suspect not.
Took the camera out on Saturday, so here's a couple of gratuitous, though really quite crappy, photos of some of the major sights. Honestly, I spent $2k on a camera, including a grand on lenses, yet the 40 year old Pentax Spotmatic I bought in a Costa Rican pawn shop with it's beaten up 135mm and 55mm lenses beats this Nikon hands down in terms of image quality. There is honestly no comparison.
The photos are just from a stroll up Nevsky Prospect, the main drag, Will add more detailed folders on my Flickr site.


Comments
Hi class blog Bendzhamin!
You're all class! Thanks for the recent 20 c. history. (Stations n fotos).