Well the day finally came, I didn’t bottle it at the airport, and I landed safely in Russia!
I was met by my driver that had been arranged through my hostel, a Buddhist monk named Andrei, who very kindly told me in his broken but good English, about all the buildings and monuments we were passing. I had to laugh as he tried to parallel park his car, he was in and out so much even the guy in the parked car behind had to get out and knock on his window to tell him he was stressing him out the way he was trying to park!
But, I ended up in the right place, and that I was thankful for 🙂
After checking in to my cosy little room overlooking Nevsky Prospekt in St. Petersburg, in my eagerness for food I thought I’d take a stroll to a local supermarket. On the way back I saw a stall with an old Russian lady selling cherries. Mmm I thought, fancy a few of those. Momentarily forgetting the currency exchange rate, I handed over what I thought was £3, and pointed at the cherries and said ‘pazhalsta’ (please, phonetically, in Russian).
She scooped with two hands a large amount of cherries into the bag, then another two-handed scoop, and then another huge scooping onto what already looked like hundreds in my bag! I chuckled as I worked out I’d given her £6, and walked away cracking up with an entirely full carrier bag of cherries!
Well, it certainly lightened any tension I was feeling, and walked down the street chuckling away at my ‘cherry faux pas’!
Needless to say, as much as I love cherries, I wont be eating all of them! And anyway it has proved a nice way to talk to people by offering them a cherry or two!