St. Petersburg (Part II)

So, I must admit, I am becoming one of those shameless Americans who eats at American restaurants while abroad. It's disgusting, I know... I don't even eat at chain restaurants while traveling in the US. But, in my defense... American food is just much better here.

After waking up from my nap (alone. in my room. in a hostel. in a strange city=momentary panic attack) we all set out for food. Several of the boys wanted to go to a Hardee's they found (something I wouldn't touch in America with a stick), and I let myself be carried off to Pizza Hut (somewhere else I avoid in the US). Surprisingly, reasonable prices. By which I mean, I bought a personal pizza for 189p, and got a second pizza free! So, that was awesome. They have a lunch special of like 200p for soup, salad, pizza or pasta, and a drink, so we'll likely be returning.

After that, I went to join the rest of the boys, who planned to go a-partying. Alas, they wanted to go to a strip club, and I haven't the money nor energy to blow, so three of us just wandered the streets for a while, looking for a jazz club. No luck. We found a cheap bar, but it was packed, and not somewhere to have a single relaxing drink. Another Irish bar was packed. Another was closed (at 10pm on a Saturday!!!)

St. Petersburg differs from Moscow in a couple of ways. Its a bit cleaner, and the people are more friendly. Also, its fucking wet. But there were no street vendors. All over Moscow, you can get beer, cigarettes, a new heel for your shoes, a bouquet of flowers, a pereshok, and a deck of cards, within 20 feet of each other. i went into 4 stores trying to find a bottle of Mirinda (a yummier Fanta... if you drink it, Fanta will lose its allure). So that was annoying.

Which is why, a week after the last time I went to a club and danced (7 days!!!! I'm dying!!!) I am lying in bed at 11 on a Friday night bitching to you.