Ran into a relative of my favorite mouse outside the Beverly Hills Diner in Moscow. He was hugging Russian grandmothers as they exited the nearby upscale Nikolskaya Plaza. I’m pretty sure there’s an ice cream shop and upscale shopping center on every corner in Moscow.
Today’s trip to the offices of Sokol started off with a crunch when the minivan we were riding in was hit by a small car at this intersection.
Thankfully the damage to both vehicles was small and we were on our way shortly after the insurance man arrived.
In Russia, if it is a minor accident, an insurance official arrives to take photos and information and then provides the information to the police, together with his opinion.
The police then determine which driver is a fault, who will get a ticket and whose insurance company must pay.
Given how bad traffic is, in both Moscow and Nizhny, I am guessing insurance companies are kept very, very busy!
It’s a good thing I am walking a lot because I have been eating way too much Russian food. From Chicken Kiev to Borsch. Don’t add a “t” to the name of one of Russia’s best known soups. That’s only an American thing. I also learned Borsch is like chili – there are many different versions.
The incredible dining room at the Metropol Hotel. The breakfast buffet is unbelievable.
If we’re ever audited by the Internal Revenue Service, there is sure to be some chuckling at our expense reports. We’re probably one of the few companies in the world that’s been required to pay for “vomit”. (Please get plenty of rest the night before your MiG flight, remember to eat breakfast, and consider taking anti-motion sickness medication if you think there’s a chance extra cockpit and flight suit cleaning will be required after your flying adventure.)
We also pay for “underwear”….the full body garment, similar to “long underwear” that is worn beneath a Russian flight suit to absorb the sweat produced by a whole lot of adrenaline.