Vladimir Cont'd and Suzdal
Trip Start Oct 20, 2008
93Trip End Jan 31, 2009
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Suzdal is a tiny town of 12,000 people. Most of the houses here are wooden. Their are meticulous carvings on many of their walls.
The number of churches and monasteries in this town are disproportionate to the population. There are way too many of them.
The 60 rubles that I paid for the Museum of Wooden Architecture and Peasant Life was worth it. I had never seen a wooden church before. After the church, there were wooden windmills. They had 3 legs right behind them. Windmills that are made of stone or brick don't need this extra support
Suzdal has a Kremlin (fortress) with a few churches in it. It feels like a miniature of the Moscow Kremlin.
We ha lunch at a restaurant called Russian Kitchen, close to the Kremlin. I tried the borsch, a Russian soup made of beets and ox tail. Although I enjoyed the shredded beats, didn't like the meat. Our entree was a Russian dish that was similar to ravioli with meat. Suzdal is also known for its honey beer. It was kinda expensive, so I didn't try it.
The silence of the town gave me the impression that it had been deserted.
Took the 3pm bus back to Vladimir. Marisa went to teach and I walked around this average Russian town. There were no tall buildings, but many soviet-style governmental ones. Statues of both Soviet leaders and other historical figures were prolific. A gang of guys gave me an aggressive stare as I was passing by.
Once again, went to Sheshbesh for dinner
The Stranger: mid-40s; American with an unidentifiable accent; was very drunk; difficult to say what percentage of the stuff that he said was the truth; didn't go to college and became a dishwasher instead; later, decided that he wanted to be a lawyer; after getting a fast college degree, got accepted to Georgetown Law (!); worked in securities law for a while; didn't like it; went to Dartmouth for an MBA; while at business school, did a "media experiment", in which he sold "human-flavored tofu"; he was a celebrity for a little while; then, he backpacked from Algeria, through the Soviet states, to Japan; he had been working for Price Waterhouse Cooper's for the past year, until he got fired due to the financial crisis; he finished his salad and beer at our table, and retreated to his hotel next door; I didn't believe a word he said.
Before going to bed, signed my host Sarah's guest book. Apparently, numerous people have slept on her couch, since she is a member of the "Couch Surfers" club, a network of travelers offering their couches for free.