Bears, Beavers and Boobs

Nic and I wanted to know what Russia would be like before our big trip, so this Easter we er... went to Russia.

First Impressions

We took a mini-break to St Petersburg for a few days. I was very surprised to see that the airport was small and a bit of a dump with the old helicopters and planes littering the grassy verges (same as in Minsk). You would think that nowadays St Petersburg would be a bit different to this, but no, it was old-school Russian. As my American friends would say, "It was a bit ghetto".

The city itself is smaller than I imagined, and a lot more European; you could easily be in Italy or France instead of Russia.

Food

While we were there we had the chance to eat some local delicacies; brown bear and a lot of beaver. Please feel free to insert almost any smutty reference you like here.

Yes, I ate beaver. Nic forewent the beaver. She muttered something about having tried it once already back in Uni, but I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

The beaver was chewy and not to my liking. I always saw myself as a massive beaver fan, but not so, it seems.

The bear, on the other hand, was delicious.



Boobs

So, there we were having a quiet dinner in a lovely restaurant. They dropped the lights, a male DJ with a see through blouse and skin tight trousers started saying "poyskey loskey skoobsky titsky" etc and some dancers came out. All was okay, if not a little distracting from the meal.... well, until the girls took off their bikini tops!

It was extremely difficult to concentrate on a steaming beaver, while having a pair of boobs wobbled in your face I can tell you.

St Petersburg = Random but fun.