Journey to The Motherland

I was recently at a conference in Moscow, the heart of the Russian Motherland. Moscow, albeit heavily influenced by the Western world, is a very unique and fascinating city, and its people appeared to me surprisingly humorous and refreshingly honest. It was a cool experience.

It didn’t take long before a few things occurred to me, however:
  • there are a lot of cab drivers in Moscow who really want to drive somewhere with you
  • traffic laws; there aren’t any
  • travel lanes; why thank you, yes, I think I’ll take eight
  • Russians really enjoy the consumption of vodka
  • it is considered impolite to sit out on rounds when drinking said vodka
  • there are at least 15 ways to say “Cheers” in Russian
  • I am holding off on vodka for a little while

What really fascinated me about Moscow was some of its architecture. Neglecting the obligatory Red Square:

Oh look, they have IKEA t--waiiiiiit a minute

Oh look, they have IKEA t–waiiiiiit a minute

I miss you, Dune

I miss you, Dune

We humbly greet our extraterrestrial overlords

We humbly greet our extraterrestrial overlords

I'm not entirely sure what this is

I’m not entirely sure what this is

As for the quality, cell phone camera in a moving car: no, no, no.