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Nice benches to the left
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What I wandered to
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The Tartars showing off
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Enjoying the sunshine
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You could say I was feeling a little dirty earlier today.
I’d left Moscow, for the last time, on Monday, and it was now Thursday.
Early Tuesday morning, 7 am to be exact, I stumbled off the train from Moscow,
in Nizhny Novgorod the first stop on my slow, but eventual crossing of Siberia
for China. I was still asleep, and so was the city, so I stored my bags at
the train station, and wandered out to wake a few people up.
I would have too, if I could find anyone. The citizens of this “new” Novgorod
(the original Novgorod is by St Petersburg) were not as foolish as I, they
were still asleep. I noticed my foolishness and the solution: an empty park
bench. A good nap later, I set off to see the city. I’d heard from my cabin-mate
on the train that their kremlin (fort) was beautiful and a nearby bank was
the tallest in the region. The kremlin was beautiful, but like Moscow’s,
there isn’t much to see inside of it, just government offices. I never did
find the bank.
After lunch, I wanted to see a bit more of the city, but my tricky knee was bothering me, so I took one
of the many Avtoline buses around. A unique Russia experience, they are minivans
that, after the driver feels there are enough passengers, takes off down
a normal bus route. Being somewhere about two (2), cents more than a normal,
super-slow bus ride, they are my transport of choice, though those with free
bus passes (students, elderly) stay away.
I jumped on random mini-busses till I found myself good and lost on the edge
of town. I wandered a bit, then asked how to get back to the train station.
A taxi, mini-bus, real bus, and tramvai ride later; I was ready to jump on
the train. Well, that is, if it was ready. I still had a few hours’ wait,
till I caught the train to my next stop, Kazan. Off again I went, getting
lost in the Russian countryside!
Yesterday morning, again way too early for humanity, I stumbled off the train
into Kazan, capital of the Autonomous Republic of Tartarstan. Here, a few
hundred years ago, was the capital of the Mongol’s Western Empire, which
ruled Russia with an iron fist. Over time, the fist rusted of course and
St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow was built in celebration of Ivan the Terrible’s
victory over the remainder of the Golden Horde in 1552.
The city has an amazing amount of pre-Revolutionary buildings and there is
only a light touch of Soviet engineering, owing to its physical and mental
distance from Moscow. We are not even in Russia really, but an autonomous
republic, which means a lot in this quasi-lawless land.
With a good walk around the city, with a stop for the solar
eclipse, and two nights on the train in a row, I was dog tired by last
night, and not quite ready for the loud knocking at my door around 10 pm.
Seems two young ladies were inquiring if I wanted company for the evening.
I politely declined as I watched them head for my neighbor’s door. They seemed
so lonely, so desperate for company; I was tempted to invite them in for
a chat…
Now’s an opportune time to get back to that dirty feeling I was talking about
earlier. No, I didn’t invite them in, I’m a bit more street-smart than that,
but I did go to the banya this morning to clean off my travel dirt. We call
it a sauna, but the Russians have it much hotter and much wetter than we
can stand, so they get to call their version a banya. I’d never been in a
Russian banya before today. Yes, shockingly enough, it’s true. I tried to
rent a dacha with banya the first winter I was here, so I could broil then
roll in the snow, but the Russians just looked at me funny when I asked them
about it. Apparently, no one goes to their dacha in the winter!
Last fall, when I went to Finland, I experienced a Finnish sauna, but I’ve
always been keen to try out the Russian variant.
There sure is a difference! I went to Kazan’s central banya today and had
a cleansing time. First I took a long hot shower, then grabbed a bunch of
birch branches and headed into the steam room. The heat hit me hard. Almost
as hard as the branches of everyone betting themselves silly. With a shrug
and a glance to see how it’s done, I started beating myself too. So odd,
even for a pretty liberal American like me, to be standing naked, in a room
full of other naked men, all of us beating ourselves and each other with
birch branches. I do have to say I tried not to giggle, and ya gotta swing
those branches with a bit of an aim. One swift strike in the wrong spot and
everybody starts to laugh as you shriek in pain.
After a few rounds of shower, steam, and striking, I was worn out but
invigorated. Those birch branches really do work! I’m not sure if it’s the
heat or the sap, as the Russians claim, but I’m sure the little red welts
that are still all over my back got my circulation going. I cleaned up then
chilled in the adjacent cafe until I was cool enough to dress and
split (yes, a naked cafe).
What a day! Now I am even more tired than yesterday and I have to catch a
train to Ekaterinburg at 5am tomorrow morning! |
Son, Finnish Sanuas are wonderful too!
Cynci, Jenni, and I just spent about an hour in the sauna created by Kristian in the country outside of Helsinki. He built the special wooden sauna house, with the cooling down dressing room.
First, he fired up the wood heater, with bricks and rocks on top, and the wood fired water heater. He left us to enjoy a goddess time.
We three women used hot water to wash ourselves including our hair. Then Jenni spanked us with fresh birch leaves as we danced in our naked splendor. There was even a special little wooden window for the wood smoke to exit so the steam was pure.
What a wonderful welcome to Finland!
Love, Mom