rush

spent some time in moscow, met two amazing new friends, who showed us around the city for a while and let us sleep on their floor. she is a screenwriter and he is a director/writer and so forth. they took us around to places that tourists hardly frequent. it was incredibly nice to have them show us around, because russian is usually the only thing spoken, or written, and cyrillic is not my game. i took me forever to finally figure out the metro stops. the metro itself is this massive tendon like structure of the city, with line after line, the cars are so crowded you can't move your arms. a train comes every minute. the hallways are adorned with chandeliers and statues of lenin and other archetyple ruskies. after moscow we took a train to st. petersburg which has very little face control if you can find the cool bars. we eventually met some girls who showed us where to look. but before that we ended up in a club,that we realized to late, was for teenagers. they were all drinking and making out, which was odd. there was a dance off competition that i watched. after i saw one of the kids who won it walk by me I deduced that he was probably not even thirteen yet. slept on a floor of house of eight people and three rooms. then caught the train with exactly one minute to spare, back to moscow, (we had to sprint to the platform). i bid my transib companions farewell and now i am in vienna, rather lonely, despite the fact i am in a hostel with a bar and thirty obstreperous travelers drinking in it. i'll just read borges, and maybe shave my beard .i'm not feeling sociable.