There is only one exit from the platform. It is to the side, about half way along the train. There are no shops, cafes or money exchanges.
An assortment of people, cars and taxis are just outside. A tout offers a taxi and is politely refused. Some people hold up signs bearing names. Two men smile and move towards their driver. They are warmly welcomed.
The trip to the hotel is less than fifteen minutes. The driver gives a running commentary on important buildings passed, the weather, life in general. He is paid in rubles, as prearranged. He wishes the visitors an enjoyable stay.
The hotel is called ‘3mostA’ in English, ‘3 моста’ in Russian. Translation of the Russian means three bridges . The bridges are over the nearby Moyka River.
The hotel receptionists are expecting their visitors. The accommodation is prepaid. Passports are checked. A credit card is swiped for ancillary charges.
The receptionists advise the meal times. After the long journey, an early dinner will be required. That will be no problem. Nothing will be problem. Just ask.
The room looks comfortable. It is on the first floor (of five above ground). The shower beckons. It is a good shower.
Now refreshed, there is a need for a walk in fresh air. Sunshine is a good antidote for jet lag. A city map is provided at reception. There is a choice to be made. Turn left from the hotel and right over the first bridge, or turn right from the hotel and left over the first bridge in the opposite direction. The former option is chosen.
The bridge has decorative railings. On the other side of the bridge, a canal joins the river. The road beside the canal leads to a church. It has an amazing roof. It is The Church of our Saviour on Spilled Blood. There will be time to visit the church another day.
There are many cars and two tourist coaches near the church. A wedding party is passing. One of the guests is waiting for her friends. There is a strange vehicle nearby. Someone has climbed onto it. People are taking photos.
Just a block away is a street with bars and cafes. One has green signs announcing “Molly’s Mews”. An Irish Pub in St Petersburg! The beers are familiar – Guinness, Kilkenny, Newcastle …. The main bar is downstairs. It also has alfresco seats available – that is a better option.
There are flowers between the tables and the footpath. The waiter’s name is Alexei. He is not Irish. The beers are cold. They taste good.
Weariness is temporarily abated. Now the realisation is sinking in. After months of anticipation, they have arrived in Saint Petersburg.
