Spent my last day in Moscow touring the Kremlin, seeing the inside of St. Basil's, and walking many kilometers around the city to check out big statues and parks. In the evening I joined a couple of great Irishmen at the hostel for a drink. Had some nice dumplings before heading to a night club called Propaganda. After getting kicked out (I have no idea, I think I was a menace to the dance floor), I danced ballet back to the hostel and called it a night (a rough night).
I'll have to reflect on Moscow another day when things aren't so hazy.
Labels: Russia
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