They took a badly made building, multiplied it by a thousand or so, left them to fester without maintenance for a few hundred years, trapped a million smoking monkeys inside for a time, then gave the styling job to a blind communist on acid.
This is the remainder of old russia in Yekaterinburg. On the plus side for Russia; however, is that they have moved into the modern era and now expect eighty quid a night to stay in rooms that London crack-whores would pass on.
All of this rubs next to shopping malls with Gucci and prada touting their wares to anyone connected to the oil here.
We visited a train museum. I was hoping for great steam locomotives from the golden trans-sibererian days. Instead we were treated to exhibits that inlcluded some bricks from a building near the railway. No joke, they exhibited four bricks from a nearby train station. I think they need to fire their curator.
Nicci fell down a hole today. Was funny, but was lucky she didn't hurt herself.
We found this little chap in our hotel. Was the probably the best thing about it...
Needless to say Yekateringburg isn't a highlight of the 'trans' so far. Strangely, it is all much better than I expected though. Some good things here...
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