Tuesday 23rd March saw me staggering through Moscow with my backpack (which I swear has got heavier since I packed it), day bag, a bottle of (accidently sparkling) water, an Australian couple and a prep school grad. After 10 minutes I was sweating and weazing like an old woman and wondering why the hell I hadn't got the Metro with Ceasar the Spanish guy. But, 40 minutes later we were at the station (no thanks to me - I hadn't a clue where we were going!) in one piece. All be it a wet piece after I made the mistake of opening the water and drowning myself in bubbles in the street.
Next stop was the supermarket across the road from the station to stock up on essentials for the trip - namely vodka and noodles. Then another walk while we attempted to narrow down which of the three-in-one stations was the right one. As if by magic Ceasar appeared and rescued us - we said goodbye to the Australians who were headed in a different direction and waited for our train.
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