Moscow
Well this was an experience, not a very nice one, but a worthwhile one. It started out pouring with rain, my Russian travel agent messing up my bookings and my ticket out of the country. So I ended up, bad flu and all, looking for a hotel to stay in, but nobody had any rooms (more like i didn't really look the part!) Eventually found a hotel in some Smallville Russia, half an hour on the tube outside of Moscow, where nobody had ever seen a foriegner before especially not a brown one, and were all keeping their distance, unwilling to help, give directions or anything. Also eventually managed to get hold of my ticket for the trans-siberian train, thank god, didn't want to be stuck in Russia that's for sure. Not a single person, even in Moscow itself, spoke a word of English and neither did they appreciate my broken Russian. Anyway apart from that the sun did eventually come out for a couple of days and I walked around the city, went to see the Kremlin and the various catherdrals, the architecture is certainly stunning. Not much else to do here though.
I guess the complete absence of customer care, or helpful attitude stems from the communist era, when there was no need to entice customers. And you may think the people in London and especially on the underground are miserable, well you haven't seen miserable until you use the Moscow metro, it's far worse!
Anyway this wonderfull experience has brought out the poet in me so here goes:
City of Angels
Was I prepared for the sights to see?
Which for so many years had been kept hidden from me,
How different could it be from other places I had been,
Only the architectures different from that which I'd seen.
As I walked silently then through bright Moscow city
Head held high, felling comfortable and pretty,
Arms held open embracing the place,
Expecting in return a welcome embrace.
But as i walked silently , I noticed the eyes,
Starring at me in quiet disguise,
Then walking away in silent disgust
Was I the stranger whom they should distrust?
In my reflection a dark shaddow was I,
And all around were angels in white floating by.
This aspect of me I had never seen before,
Now rudely awakened to abhore or adore.
And as a dark shadow, I walked through the night
And I chose to adore with passion and might,
For I too have many riches and treasures to share,
But only with those who walk into my lair.