Brief moment when waking up of WHOA where am I, what is the time etc...Where is my phone? It has apparently gone a bit spazz, as I do not know whether it is 12pm or 3pm that I've woken up at - I think it's 12, apologies are made..have breakfast, watch the russian news, leave the house, I am told by her mother that I am 'beautiful' (ie I do not look like the mess I was yesterday, I have actually made an effort with MAKE-UP and we have the conversation about red hair - they both wish that I'd kept it red...shame.
люда shows me the way from her's to the metro station, from where we go to try to find winter coats, sim cards, a phone - I get the two latter, no luck with the coat - I am getting stingy, what with not having much money and all atm... It's less than an hour by metro to the centre, from проспект болшевиков to спасская, but only about 10 minutes of that is travelling, the rest is walking to the metro and going up and down the escalators, that are so long that you feel like you might end up in heaven or something. They go on forever, no jokes! And, even more surprising, you actually see people CLEANING THEM. You would never see that on the London Underground. The metro, in general here, is much cleaner, but with all the escalators, it is definitely also more hectic.
'how do you pronounce the word 'O-G-G-I'?' 'well I think it might be 'oggy'. Or 'oji'' 'oh, 'orgy'?' 'ok no, 'oggy'.' It must be.
We go to a little tea shop where I have 'Magic cake'! (мажик торт - well 'magic tort' is how it's said/spelt in russian...I doubt it's called that..) and strawberry tea, where we talk about her late father and grammar (an odd mix of conversation - my father, grammar, vocabulary, english phonetics...) yet so interesting - I think we will get on well.
Walk around a lot....find Palace Square and we talk about films, get the sim card and phone, head back at about 6ish for dinner - I have a block of meat, cucumber with garlic (as Nina has found out that I don't like cheese, and thought this might be better - it's interesting..) and this oat-y rice thing.Which I am not quite used to. They go out to see relatives - her mother and she look lovely, all dolled up -and their makeup is fantastic. I go straight to sleep - maybe a bit jetlagged still. Nevertheless, I still wake up during the night a lot - not quite used to Russian custom, understandably, just yet. Though I am refreshed for a day of university the next day.
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