When in Russia

I don't care where you are in the world, women and maps go together like ex-lax and a long bus ride. My friend's wives who may read this eventually put together a great trip and are two of the greatest women I know... top 10 at least, but map reading isn't a strong suit.

I'm back to provide some notes on day two... if you want to look manly in Moscow, don't order a latte. I have yet to get a mug and often it looks more like a flute that is impossible to suggest anything other than my interest in "alternative" Russian theaters. Speaking of which, there is an XXX place on a street near us with silhouettes of women but the name in cyrillic tranlates to Mister. Not sure we'll be going in there.

Red Square, despite what you may have heard, isn't really all that red... well its more of a burnt sienna on the walls. The bricks are darker.

There is a McDonalds outside the Kremlin where capatilists can clutch a McRib in their fist and laugh at the failure of socialism on the other side of the wall. Of course in the old days, Mickey D's was there but if you ordered the #1 or #5 value meal, you got the same thing.

Had lunch at an old KGB haunt today... have nothing but good things to say about this place. But seriously, where else can you step into a bathroom that is camoflaged with plastic leaves? Speaking of bathrooms, its 10 rubles to use a port-o-let on the streets, most of which are called Toi-Tois. I haven't had the pleasure yet but they seem clean, a woman that "runs the place" was reading in hers waiting for customers.

More to come.

Dave