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St. Petersburg, the second part of the first part from the third part. In other words, this is the second segment from the first visit to the city during this summer. And in my entire life, I've visited it for the third time.
First, a little about the first day, which I shamelessly skipped.
There wasn't much time between arrival and going to bed, so there weren't many events.
On the way to the temporary accommodation, I decided to look for fellow "dreadlocks" on the streets. Didn't find any. But! As soon as I walked into the first "McDonald's," I discovered a pair of dreadlocked people munching on burgers. And here, no one looks at them with extreme surprise, no one asks how to braid/wash, and no one exclaims, "Heh-heh-heh, look, it's Detsl!".
For the third day in a row, it's been hot and stuffy. And I specifically flew north because I hate the heat.
And a little about this day. Today, there was a lot of subway travel. Usually, the handrail moves faster than the escalator, but at the Spasskaya Ploshchad station, I found the first one that was moving slower in my memory.
I bought myself a jaw harp. Simple, factory-made, metal, cheap. I tried to find the right way to play it myself, but I had to resort to the internet. The sound is quite good; I recorded it and attached it to the post. The microphone built into the laptop is useless. Maybe in the future, I'll order an Altai/Yakut one, handmade. Luckily, I found a great online store for ethnic musical instruments.
Tomorrow, at five in the morning, a bus will arrive to take me to Finland.
First, a little about the first day, which I shamelessly skipped.
There wasn't much time between arrival and going to bed, so there weren't many events.
On the way to the temporary accommodation, I decided to look for fellow "dreadlocks" on the streets. Didn't find any. But! As soon as I walked into the first "McDonald's," I discovered a pair of dreadlocked people munching on burgers. And here, no one looks at them with extreme surprise, no one asks how to braid/wash, and no one exclaims, "Heh-heh-heh, look, it's Detsl!".
For the third day in a row, it's been hot and stuffy. And I specifically flew north because I hate the heat.
And a little about this day. Today, there was a lot of subway travel. Usually, the handrail moves faster than the escalator, but at the Spasskaya Ploshchad station, I found the first one that was moving slower in my memory.
I bought myself a jaw harp. Simple, factory-made, metal, cheap. I tried to find the right way to play it myself, but I had to resort to the internet. The sound is quite good; I recorded it and attached it to the post. The microphone built into the laptop is useless. Maybe in the future, I'll order an Altai/Yakut one, handmade. Luckily, I found a great online store for ethnic musical instruments.
Tomorrow, at five in the morning, a bus will arrive to take me to Finland.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!