I just got back from Moscow. It was cold, expensive and I'm pretty sure I have radiation poisoning. Seriously, Russians are the most sinister White people, everything they say and do can be perceived as a threat... although on second thoughts, a nation with that much Vodka it's hardly surprising. They're probably just nursing the worlds biggest, collective hangover. Also, you can buy this shit anywhere - literally, they sell it in Starbucks; you can top your Coffee up with Vodka. How did they not win the Cold War?
This is not my first visit; I've been twice before, but both times were between June and August so I never really had to appreciate the importance of Grain Alcohol so much before. In the Summer time, it was this Peach drink that now I think on it, was probably Vodka, with peach juice. I guess during the Winter they run out of them, so everyone resorts to drinking it neat. Anyway, it was my first experience of a Russian winter. It was terrible, I hated it and I never want to do it again. I typically hate anything cold and thrive in extreme heat. When I lived in the states and my Mother dragged me and my sister to Texas in the middle of summer with 35 degree (Celsius) heat at night and was the only one who found it bearable, although I had started smoking at that point, so maybe that had something to do with it. I don't know and/or care, all I know is that the cold and me do not co-habitat well. The worst part was, that the only warm place was my Hotel room; from there I had to trudge through the freezing streets of Moscow, commute on the freezing, yet surprisingly sweaty Metro, to Russia's latest, state of the art data centre, with state-of-the-art cooling, where I would spend the next 8 hours not being able to feel my fingers before traipsing back to my Hotel and formally abusing my liver & discretionary fund.
I did find that using the Sauna helped, but this is where me and my German heritage differ; nudity isn't always...
I just got back from Moscow. It was cold, expensive and I'm pretty sure I have radiation poisoning. Seriously, Russians are the most sinister White people, everything they say and do can be perceived as a threat... although on second thoughts, a nation with that much Vodka it's hardly surprising. They're probably just nursing the worlds biggest, collective hangover. Also, you can buy this shit anywhere - literally, they sell it in Starbucks; you can top your Coffee up with Vodka. How did they not win the Cold War?
This is not my first visit; I've been twice before, but both times were between June and August so I never really had to appreciate the importance of Grain Alcohol so much before. In the Summer time, it was this Peach drink that now I think on it, was probably Vodka, with peach juice. I guess during the Winter they run out of them, so everyone resorts to drinking it neat. Anyway, it was my first experience of a Russian winter. It was terrible, I hated it and I never want to do it again. I typically hate anything cold and thrive in extreme heat. When I lived in the states and my Mother dragged me and my sister to Texas in the middle of summer with 35 degree (Celsius) heat at night and was the only one who found it bearable, although I had started smoking at that point, so maybe that had something to do with it. I don't know and/or care, all I know is that the cold and me do not co-habitat well. The worst part was, that the only warm place was my Hotel room; from there I had to trudge through the freezing streets of Moscow, commute on the freezing, yet surprisingly sweaty Metro, to Russia's latest, state of the art data centre, with state-of-the-art cooling, where I would spend the next 8 hours not being able to feel my fingers before traipsing back to my Hotel and formally abusing my liver & discretionary fund.
I did find that using the Sauna helped, but this is where me and my German heritage differ; nudity isn't always appreciated, especially when that nudity is 60 years old and has emphysema. Honestly, everytime he started a coughing fit, his ballsack would swing back and forth like a pendulum, getting lower with each heaving. At one point, they were swinging that far out, I thought they were going to snap off. Needless, I didn't want to use the sauna much after that.
I'm set to go to Montreal in the next couple of weeks and as Canada is another freezing Cold country and has no discernible alcohol that I'm aware of, other than light beer (and I don't drink beer), I preparing myself for the worst. I worry that with the cold, no real booze and a polite nation, I may just decide to hop onto an ice floe and set myself out to sea. Or wait, is it Eskimos that do that to their old folks? If so, there's a guy in a Sauna somewhere in Russia who's long overdue.
This is not my first visit; I've been twice before, but both times were between June and August so I never really had to appreciate the importance of Grain Alcohol so much before. In the Summer time, it was this Peach drink that now I think on it, was probably Vodka, with peach juice. I guess during the Winter they run out of them, so everyone resorts to drinking it neat. Anyway, it was my first experience of a Russian winter. It was terrible, I hated it and I never want to do it again. I typically hate anything cold and thrive in extreme heat. When I lived in the states and my Mother dragged me and my sister to Texas in the middle of summer with 35 degree (Celsius) heat at night and was the only one who found it bearable, although I had started smoking at that point, so maybe that had something to do with it. I don't know and/or care, all I know is that the cold and me do not co-habitat well. The worst part was, that the only warm place was my Hotel room; from there I had to trudge through the freezing streets of Moscow, commute on the freezing, yet surprisingly sweaty Metro, to Russia's latest, state of the art data centre, with state-of-the-art cooling, where I would spend the next 8 hours not being able to feel my fingers before traipsing back to my Hotel and formally abusing my liver & discretionary fund.
I did find that using the Sauna helped, but this is where me and my German heritage differ; nudity isn't always...