And the race was on!
Richnoi Vokzal in Moscow
|Today I wanted to be in Riga, chilling with my friends
there. Dima, my host brother talked me out of going because he
said he had a surprise day planned for me. I am so glad I did not
go because it was quite a fun day. One of the interesting parts of the
day was the hydrofoil ride we took with his father, Vladimir.
The three of us got on a hydrofoil here in Moscow, and went way up
the Moscow river into the dacha country. I was so amazed that
there were hydrofoils in the middle of Moscow that I didn’t notice the
passengers at first. After I started looking around I was a bit
shocked. I expected the boat to have sightseers like ourselves,
but instead it was families and babushkas going to their dachas. It
seems the hydrofoil, like the electrichki, and the bus, is another form
of mass transit here, not an a end in itself.
The trip was quite pleasant though. We started from this
beautiful old dock house and traveled down a very picturesque canal.
It was wide and each bank had fishermen, sunbathers, and hikers
waving back at us. On occasion, foolish kids were floating in the
river on inner-tubes, just waiting to be hit by a speeding hydrofoil.
Once we were in the river, the scenery really opened up.
Sailboats, flocks of gulls, and barges competed with the forests,
meadows, and sunbathers for my attention. The return leg went down
the same path, so I dozed a bit on the sunny back deck of the boat.
I enjoyed the trip, and next summer I would like to do it again,
stopping this time to have a picnic in one of the meadows and a dip in
the river. I might even do like the Russians, and spend the
weekend living on the banks of the river.