One thing I’ve learned in life is that I want to visit Russia. That is literally the only thing I have learned in my whole life. But it’s a bit tricky to get in apparently, you have to get a visa first, and to get that you have to be personally invited to stay with someone in Russia. I mean, it’s not impossible, but it’s no walk in the park.
So, I’ve put an actual visit on the back burner for now and busy myself looking at pictures instead, that will have to do for now. So here, for your viewing pleasure is section 17 of the mighty “… Russia With Love” series. Seeing as Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat etc. I’ve banged in a few religious ones for you.
So I guess this first one is a religious festival of sorts. The old lady being penitent at the front looks somber and correct, everyone else is in their swimming cozzies. Is that respectful enough?
On the third Tuesday of every month Barry dresses up as an orthodox priest and blesses his BBQ meat selection. No one knows when it started, even Barry doesn’t remember himself. But what he does know is that if he stops the meat will go rotten. This pork and chicken feast is over 200 years old but still edible thanks to his consistent prayers.
This photo makes me think of the film ‘The Grudge”. It’s sort of terrifying for some reason. The cat kind of looks feeble, but those eyes are telling a different story. A story of vicious evil and malice. Or on the other hand, it’s a bald cat trying desperately to keep warm in the Russian winter. You decide.
Due to on the job drinking they’ve brought monks in to cover some of the Police’s shifts. The idea is that the monks can be trusted to stay sober long enough to fill out paper work and actually do their job. So far results are poor.
This just seems like a really bad idea all round: