|A yellow building with white pillars|
|St Isaac's Cathedral|
|Our hotel in Moscow, and how far we had travelled from it |
before our bus broke down
But anyway, we got what we deserved. The good things were all wasted on us. We ignored our teachers' instructions and disrespected authority. One of our group got arrested for taking a camera into Lenin's mausoleum even though we had been given strict instructions to leave all photographic equipment on the bus. We got sent to bed early for singing Bros songs on the way back from a beautiful choral concert in a cathedral. We only really enjoyed posing in our trilby hats on Red Square, telling everyone how evil Margaret Thatcher was, and buying Communist posters in the bookshop on Nevsky Prospect to pin on the walls of our classroom at school. I shall never forgive myself for being in the Hermitage (probably the greatest art gallery in the world) and feeling bored in the Impressionists room, just wanting to escape outside to hang out with my friends and go leer at sailors. And I brought home a tin of caviar, but fed it to my cat.
But even though we were so obnoxious, the Russians were not keen to let us leave, keeping us on our last day at Sheremetyevo Airport for hours and hours after our scheduled departure time, telling us that our plane hadn't turned up and our plane that we hadn't turned up. There being no seats, we had to sit on the terminal floor. Eventually, we were allowed to board, the air stewards just seconds away from their maximum permitted shift length, and the chicken Kiev they grumpily threw at us once airborne was the most welcome meal of my life.
|Posing with a trilby in Red Square|
|The Hermitage, scene of the Russian Revolution and one of my greater moments of ignorance|
|Nevsky Prospect, Leningrad|