A recent conversation reminded me that it’s almost 30 years since I spent a winter in St Petersburg. As a modern languages student in the early 1990s, I was lucky enough to spend six months in newly-minted Russia.
It was a magical time and one that I still recall with great fondness, so I thought I’d relay a few of those memories. These particularly relate to how alien the country felt to a callow British 20-something. I’m starting with how we got around.
Buses
Every morning we would have Russian classes, allowing us the afternoon to explore the city – something we did without question.
Although we could walk into the heart of the city, it was close to an hour-long trudge, so the trolleybus was a regular option.
But this method of transport wasn’t for the fainthearted. Continue reading “Memories of a Russian winter: Part 1 – the transport system”
