|Arriving in St Petersburg after the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had on a train, boat or plane.|
The walk to our hostel gave us an incredible view of St Petersburg. I was surprised at how different the newer port city was from Moscow. It’s a beautiful city, and reminded me of other Eastern European destinations like Prague.
As I looked around me and observed the distinct lack of tourists, I found myself feeling grateful for the complicated visa restrictions that see ordinary holidaymakers putting Russia in the too hard basket.
|Just casually passed this on our stroll to the hostel…|
|My favourite story about the Church on Spilled Blood is that during the Soviet era, Stalin turned it into… a potato warehouse!|
By the time we left the museum, it was already dark. This is a running theme for us!
We found a little Russian restaurant to enjoy our last night in this fascinating country, and stayed there for hours before slipping back to our hostel for an early night before an early rise.