Saturday, 7 December 2013

The Complete Guide To Petrozavodsk

It’s been so long between blogs recently because I’m spending my evenings defrosting. I’m not quite sure what I expect -7 to feel like, but we must be getting used to it because it’s only the frozen hair and bright red face when I enter a building that tells me just how cold it is outside.We’ve got basically permanent snow now; it spent most of today snowing. The Russians seem to be very resiliant to it; we saw a babushka today shovelling snow. However she uncovered a layer of ice underneath which is condusive to no-one’s life.


I’ve been spending my time buying copious amounts of Petrozavodsk/Karelia souvenirs and doing translations for rusbase.com. Mostly we’re all just feeling nostalgic that we leave in 1 week 6 days. I’d probably shed a tear if it wouldn’t freeze on my face the second I do so.


This blog is going to be dedicated to the many wonderful sights that Petrozavodsk has to offer. Many of them are, in fact, places to eat; but this is what we spend our days doing. And we’re not even the slightest bit soz.

Lake Onega
The lake is probably the most defining feature of the city. Probably what the Arts Tower is to Sheffield. You can navigate your way along the length of the city by the lake. I live about 30 metres away from it so if I can see water I’ll be able to find my way home. It has free wi-fi so when the weather’s nice in September you can sit there and do a few cheeky Skypes along the lovely view. There’s a small port where you can get the ferry to Kizhi which is a very pretty island apparently. It’ll cost you £50 for a day trip there, but there’s free entertainment on the boat. I believe in the form of clowns and paparazzi. Walking along the lake is really nice; there’s a whole bunch of funny statues that serve very little purpose other than a photo opp. But there’s a secret-telling tree. You tell it your secret and apparently it comes true. I’m not holding out much hope for mine. During September the lake-side cafes are open, so I’d recommend paying a visit until it gets to close and they all shut down for the season. They’re run by creepy Azerbaijanian men who will pay you inappropriate compliments, but if you like the attention, I see no issues there.

On our first day, oh the nostalgia.

Curious statue in the background 

The tree of wishes



Petrozavodsk State University
Of course if you’re studying here, this is where all your classes will be. When it gets to winter time the guards won’t let you up the stairs, without serious begging, in anything but a light jacket so we go in through the side door opposite the лотос supermarket. It’s mostly just an act of rebellion, mixed with pride as we exit through the main entrance after classes, mocking the guards that we managed to get through in coats. But also the queue for the cloakroom wastes a lot of time every day. There’s a small library, and you have to know the book you want to get out by searching on it through the computer and then asking someone to get it for you. The uni also has a canteen which is cheap if you don’t have meat, but the vegetarian options consist of rice, pasta, grechka, mini pizzas and pastries. Not a great choice, but if you’re lucky they might have a vegi main dish which is yummy.

By sunny September day

By Christmas November night



The Museum
The Petrozavodsk museum is free to get into with a student card, but more expensive for foreigners than Russians. It’s slightly insulting. It’s quite interesting and there’s quite a bit to see, plus a nice little gift shop for the end. But you can get souvenirs cheaply from the kiosks on every street corner and souvenir shops in most торговый centres.



The National Theatre
Even if you’re not much of a theatre person at home (because I’m not), I’d recommend going to see something. It’s quite small, but lovely inside. Tickets cost from £5-10 and even being at the back doesn’t give you a bad view. They have a whole range of shoes; I’d recommend The Nutcracker myself. In the big square outside the theatre they have regular donkey rides available if that’s your type of thing. For one week in October there’s also a market which is definitely worth a visit. Whilst a large majority of produce sold is cabbage and potatoes, they have a few souveniry stalls.





Nobody needs these in their life




Church
There’s a cheeky little church at the top of the city. If you’re facing the uni, it’s in the direction of behind it and is in the middle of a very pretty park. It’s free to go in and they provide headscarves at the entrance for women. They also have a giftshop. Money to be made at every given opportunity.




Train Station
The train station is at the very top end of Prospekt Lenina. There’s ticket machines that don’t involve you having to talk to any annoying assistants and it does everything in English too, and you can pay by card. The only way to get across platforms is over the tracks themselves. Amusing if you’ve got a large suitcase. Probaby even more amusing when we attempt to go back home carrying 3 bags each in the snow. Sleeper trains are also a must. The extra you pay to go on one is roughly the same amount as a night in a hostel. Plus you don’t waste your days travelling. When booking tickets, odd numbers are bottom bunks and even numbers are top bunks. Trust me, you don’t want to be on a top bunk. It’s horrific trying to get up there and once you are, you can’t sit up. They do have free hot water so bring teabags and a mug for a more pleasant experience.



Ruskeala
Ruskeala is one of those places that probably has to be organised for you by the university. It cost us £25 for the 4 hour coach ride and the 1-2 hour tour once we were there. I use tour in the loosest possible manner as the guy walked 10 metres in front of us the whole time in silence. It is, in essence, just rocks and water and intricate piles of rocks. But it’s very pretty and there’s plenty of photo opps available.






Ostrich Farm- other side of the lake
The ostrich farm is about 10 minutes away on the number 4 bus; not very noticeable unless you’re walking along the beach (which is also a must-do). There’s ostriches (страусы), and none of us will ever forget that word as it’s used in every conversation at least twice a day. It’s a really nice walk along the beach and you basically just follow the water all the way around to the other side. You end up walking through residential areas which consist of houses made of wood mixed in with houses which are definitely just IKEA flatpack. Each house seems to have a dog in their garden making you wish you’d paid the £100 to have your rabies injections. There’s a really nice church on the other side and we got lucky and saw some dancing adult baptisms going when we went there one Sunday.
This was the best day of my life to date. Ostriches are so cool.





Art-Cafe
Art cafe is probably one of the closest places to a club you’re going to find here. There’s lots of the usual seating area, but a fully active dance floor pretty much every night of the week. It’s free, except for some weekends when it’ll cost £4-5 to get in. It’s mostly defined by the very steep steps leading up to it; not enjoyable to navigate when they’re covered in ice. I’d recommend going down on your bum. Not excessively cheap except for the house pint, as in most places.


Begemot
It’s means hippo. It’s pretty similar to art-cafe in every way. Sometimes costs on weekends but free most other days. There’s a dance floor and a wide array of cocktails, but again not all that cheap.

Cafe Blues
This is just off of Prospekt Lenina, by the pyramid half-way down. The cheapest pint we’ve found so far (£1.20!). It’s really small and I’ve never heard any form of blues music there. The food is pretty cheap, but it’s very small so not recommendable for big groups of people. We were there last night and they seemed to have opened up a competing Friday night karaoke evening. The only hindrance to it would be the fact that it’s a very small venue.

Sigmund Freud
This brings me onto Sigmund Freud. Possibly the most amazing place on earth the first time we went, but hearing the same people sing the same songs week-in week-out gets a bit dull. However it does attract the better singers of Petrozavodsk so you’re not forced to listen to people sing, who can’t actually sing. It tends to be packed so it’s definitely worth popping in there during the day to book a table for the evening. But if you ask the manager really nicely he will get you a table, or at least some extra chairs from the back. People tend to be really friendly, especially when you become a regular so you can just sit with anyone really. It also has the best vegetarian menu I’ve seen here. Prices range from £2-3 per meal, and their falafel wrap is incredible.  With 4/10 being vegis here, we are best pleased.


Maksi
Apparently Maksi wasn’t here last year, but now it’s the most defining feature of Prospekt Lenina. It has a McDonalds which has a window open 24/7 and a cinema on the top floor. There’s a whole bunch of shops, including an Accessorize, but they add on another £3 to the prices they are back home. There’s a joyous shop called Modis which is pretty good for cheap clothes in case you find yourself in desparate need of new clothes.



Jewish Monument
On the way home from Lenta the Jewish population (consisting only of me) is represented by an archway with a Magin David and a small menorah just by the cemetary behind it. I’m not really sure what it’s about because there’s no writing or plaque. There was also a pack of wild dogs playing in the cemetary a few days ago so I’ll need to make a return visit for better photos and a selfie.



Kivach
Kivach is basically where we spend the majority of our time after lectures every day. It’s apparently a popular student hangout as it’s just opposite the uni, but we seem to be the only students there. Our teacher, Sasha, also seems to be there often, occasionally doing an acoustic gig which is every Tuesday night. On Thursdays they have 2 for the price of 1 on beers. Seemingly an unlimited offer. Portions of food aren’t that big and you get about 2 sips worth of a drink but it is cheap. I’d recommend either a pizza (although it has actual tomatoes instead of tomato sauce), or the блины. They’re only 40r with a topping and so yummy. It’s also 24 hours so after going anywhere you can pop here for middle of the night food and bad service. The waiters deliberately avoid catching your eye and you’ll wait at least 30 minutes for anything. It’s still somehow a favourite.



ЦУМ
ЦУМ is a cafe at the top of the building which has the burger king opposite the uni. At 5pm it turns into a bit of a nightclub with flashing lights, and they play very inappropriate, verging on porn music videos all day long. The food is really good, cheap and you get a big portion.



Moscow Cafe
At the start of the year they had happy hour which meant it was 30% off each afternoon, but they’ve recently got rid of that offer, as well as the menu with photos in so now it’s just expensive and you have to actually read the menu to decide on what you want. Not good.




Sigma/Lenta
These are the 2 main supermarkets here. There’s a Sigma in the Maksi which is good for convenience, and the Lenta is about a 10 minute walk. I’m a fan of the Lenta because it is cheaper, but the Sigma has an even bigger hypermarket down at the end of Chapaeva street. It’s probably best to get a loyalty card in each if you plan on shopping there regularly as there’s 2 different prices for if you have a card or don’t. If you’re buying something expensive, the person behind you in the queue may lend you their card. Or they may tell you where to go.





Good Meal
We only discovered this a few weeks ago, but it’s the oddest place you’d expect to find in Petrozavodsk. It’s in the Derevyanka district which is just over an hours walk away from the University, but the number 14 will take you straight there. It’s been described as a place where civilisation goes to die. There’s some of your typical Russian old-fashioned shops and then Good Meal in the middle of it all. An American diner with a soundtrack of modern songs in a dineresque style. Not particularly cheap, pretty much on par with typical British meal prices, but they do have a Vegan burger which is mainly why we go. Yummy food and definitely worth the trek to get there.






Tuesday, 19 November 2013

And so winter approaches and the light disappears 19.11.13

Friday night saw us make our mighty return to Sigmund Freud, no matter the forces that tried to stop us. The first came in the form of Andrei dropping off a poster in our classroom advertising an international party at the same time in Begemot. The 2nd came in the form of Daniel writing a post on fb telling us to be there. And the 3rd was a personal e-mail from Sasha reminding us about this international party and how we are the guests. Needless to say we ignored all 3 invitations, probably quite rudely actually, and thus the Brits advertised as turning up were too busy having karaoke malarky elsewhere. Zero regrets were had of course. It ended up being quite an uneventful night. Some lady who actually does have an amazing voice was dancing all sexy to Burlesque. Maddy thought she’d spotted some sass in her moves. She was mistaken. It was skank. No-one needed to see that. What they did need to see was the fight near the end of the night. I didn’t see it myself. My phone was unsociably in my phone arranging a skype-date. All I felt was Maddy pull me back close to her in what I first thought to be a romantic embrace. It was a protective embrace. Pretty romantic to me.

Turns out some guys had gotten into a typically Russian fight. The difference of this situation to an English situation is that, in the motherland:
1.       There are no repurcussions for breaking a leg off the table
2.       The barman/bouncer simply watched them hash it out
3.       They weren’t kicked out
4.       The fighters bought eachother beers afterwards
The fight was typically Russian mainly because it involved one man disgraces the other man’s girlfriend by pouring beer over her (accidentally one would presume, but one might be wrong- this is the motherland after all).
Sunday saw us visit Timeshop mid-afternoon. It was “English Discussion Club” so us Brits got all the coffee, tea, biscuits and ice-cream that we could muster, for free. We had some people we hadn’t met yet, including a lady who works at the new Radission opening today; and a girl who spent the summer in Oxford. It’s always nice to speak to people who have a genuine interest in a land that I’ve escaped from to come to a land they yearn to escape from.

Today Andrei had us going on a forced excursion. I’m not a fan of organised fun. Or authority. But it actually turned out to be great fun. Despire the 9am meeting in the pitch black. Although to be fair the sun isn’t rising until about 9:45am right now. Walks to uni are very much the same as walking at midnight. Or maybe walking at 4pm, because it’s getting dark by then too.

So we arrived at the school, and as usual, the foreigners are treated with such pleasure. Everyone is taking the chance to practice their English to us. We were treated to a play, better described as a spectacle of the highest order. I have no idea what happened but the teachers were dancing around with tights on their face, rainbow wigs and the last word of most sentences randomly in English. At one point, one of the teachers started to take his belt off and we were all there with bated breath at the route this student play had taken. Luckily (/not luckily?) he only used it to pretend to beat one of the kids.

Our 1st lesson was Russian language. It consisted of a debate between chocolate and vanilla ice-cream. Got slightly racist. Some rude words were tossed about. Namely the N word. Being 19-22 year olds, we still giggled along with the 16 year olds.Lunch was in the cantine, cheap as ever, but lacking in anything other than potato, cabbage and rice for the 4 vegetarians among us. Then we moved on to literature. Andrei had told us to prepare a small review on a book from the last 40 years. Something more modern than the traditional Shakespeare that they all already know. I chose The Kite Runner. Probably a bit of a mistake seeing as I have read it, but so long ago that I very well should just say that I haven’t because I couldn’t really recall anything as close as to what Wikipedia told me. I had a group of 5 girls, including Ksusha, who I’d sat next to in the other class and she was an absolute babe. They loved hearing what I said about the story and made a pretty poster with a kite and birds. Somehow I managed to convince them that the kite was a symbol for freedom and childhood. I have no idea that this is true or not, but they lapped it up. After the lesson they somehow chose me to flock around and ask a thousand questions a minute to. We ended on music and I had them squealing. I swear to you, squealing their brains off by nodding at agreement when they said they liked One Direction. The reaction I got just led me to reciting American and British pop-stars/bands names so I could hear their delight in me. I gave my name out to 6 of them and Ksusha asked me for a hug at the end. Babe.

After this whole debarcle, we were invited to the teacher’s room for tea and potato pastries. I stuck my pinky out whilst drinking for show. I feel like that’s what they wanted from us. 

Monday, 11 November 2013

Reading Week Fun 10.11.13

Today marks 10 weeks of being in Russia, having just had our reading week, with only another 6 to go. Time is flying, but fun is being had. Of course we took this week to disperse around the Motherland hitting Kazan, Moscow, St.Petersburg and Novgorod between us.


Because I'm spending next semester in St.Petes, I decided to join Olivia, Sophia, Amy, Jenny and Ally in Moscow on Wednesday morning after one hell of an experience that my first journey on a sleeper train was.


It started off with me standing in the rain at the train station trying to figure out where to go. Once I finally plucked up the courage to ask one of the guards, I was directed to walk over the tracks and in between a couple of trains to a platform further away. Then I had to queue to get on the train along with other passengers and people waiting to wave to the departing train. Once your friend/mother/daughter is on the train you should move away and make room for others, the train most certainly doesn't need to be waved at. But alas, they waited anyway and I pushed my way through and handed my ticket and passport over to the attendant. I'd been severely mis-informed that the attendants are nice, but this one was horrendous. She yelled двадцать at me at least двадцать times and I thought she was talking about a different carriage so I started to walk away only to have двадцать yelled at me again until I got on the carriage. Turns out that this was my seat number; I'd been looking at the train number as my seat. As I boarded the 100 degree heated train I wandered up and down the aisle a couple times until showing someone my ticket and doing my "please pity me and show me where my seat is" face. I'd chosen a kind gentleman at the end of the corridor who even offered up some English and chose this moment where I was sweating my brains out and stressing that I was on the wrong train, to practice his English with me. I was next to some babushka who kept me filled up with lemon/limey sweets and the problem of etiquete approached. Am I allowed to sit on her bed until it's a reasonable bed time. How do I get up onto my bed? Will she be awake in the morning for my to get my case from under her chair? How do I make my bed? Where are the toilets? Why did I already eat all my food? Why is she knitting socks with 6 needles?


Luckily there was no time to think about these problems as my new friend, Yurai, came back to speak to me. And by speak, I mean that he very kindly made my bed and did a rendition of Don't Worry, Be Happy for my oh-so troubled soul. Then he called me his English girlfriend and assured me that I'd get his phone number in the morning. Oh and would I like to go back to his sleeping quarters with him. I played along, saying I'd love to get his number until he'd made my bed and then feigned utmost interest in my sudoku book. He's 41, from Petrozavodsk, but lives in Moscow as a grinder. Either that or he wants to grind me. I snuggled closer to my newfound babushka friend for support from unwanted advances to the foreigner. He left me alone for a bit, but returned after a stop smelling of alcohol and offering me magic "tea" and "coffee," whilst asking me if I had ANY questions, ANY questions, ANY questions. I assured him I had none and quickly escaped up to my bunk. Worst decision potentially ever. I lost my phone in the delves of my backpack and on the top bunk there's no room to sit up. Or move. So I'm freaking out, messing up my nicely made bed, unable to get down. Hating life. It's also really high and bumpy. Yurai returned one final time to tuck me in, and that was the last I heard from him until he ventured over, hungover, in the morning to force upon me his mobile number, e-mail address, full name, and promise of a future encounter in this "small, small world."


When I arrived I somehow managed to navigate my way to the correct train station. A taxi driver tried to offer me a £20 fare for 2 metro stops that cost 60p. I gave him some Russki sass in return. The hostel we were staying at was basically an apartment that some guy's put in a whole bunch of bunk beds. No signs, no nothing. Impossible to find. It was called "Nomad" and rather nice apart from the lack of signage. Not too busy.After getting a little settled in we ventured out to the Red Square/Kremlin region to meet Maddy who had a day-layover in Moscow.
St. Basil's Cathedral

Red Square fun



Turns out they close Red Square for a day to reposition their cavalry randomly, and places like seeing Lenin is only open certain days on certain times so it definitely would have been a good idea to make sure of all this well in advance for better planning, but we didn't seem to have too much bad luck. Everywhere is cheaper with a student card so it was only £2 to get into St.Basil's Cathedral, £2 for the Kremlin and £3 for the Pushkin Museum of Arts.


St.Basil's is really cool. You can stand and look out onto Red Square and make stupid faces that will be in countless tourist's photos if they zoom in enough. We did this for a couple of minutes until we realised that the windows are tinted so no-one can see what stupid things you're doing inside. Probably for the best.
The Kremlin is a massive grounds and you can venture into the various cathedrals or pay more and see exhibitions of some sort. Of course they've employed police and guards to cover every square inch of the place so we were very well-behaved.

The view from inside of St.Basil's

Cathedrals inside the Kremlin grounds

Kremlin canon

All the Kremlin canons

This guy was guarding this pedestrian crossing in case people forgot how to cross the empty road
GUM is also really nice. It's a shopping centre right off Red Square. The only problem being how high class it is. I've never felt such a feeling of non-belonging. It's all high class shops, mostly Western but even more expensive than they are back home. There was an amazing shop dedicated to Sochi with everything imaginable printed with the Olympic logo. If you have £28 for a pair of gloves that is.

Sochi luggage for the skier within you

Hipster bikes lined up, not for sale, don't touch, just look and be amazed by our culture


The Pushkin Museum of Arts is astounding if you don't look at the signs. It was befuzzling how Russia had come across so many statues in their Greek collection, only to discover that it was all plaster casts. Not impressed. They make up for it by having real mummys in the Ancient Egypt bit and a whole floor full of art and fashion. It was odd. We went upstairs for some old Italian paintings to be met by manikins dressed in some exquisite dresses. Weirdly they were from 12/13 collections so what they were doing in a museum was oddly curious, but I'm a sucker for a bedazzled ball gown so no complaints.







Scaaaary mummy

Ally looking all artsy and educated


This was fake

This was fake (and of a curious nature)

This was also fake

Fakeness

You get the picture

Pushkin Museum of Fakeness, I mean arts
Another place worth visiting was the Arbat street. It's lit up with cute, fake lamps at night and chock-full of tourist shops. I was surprised that there weren't as many as I originally thought there to be by Red Square as that tends to be the focal point for tourists. The Arbat most certainly hit the spot though and I spent a fair bit on useless memorabilia for la famille et les copains. The only thing they lacked in was stuffed bears saying "I love Moscow" or something similar on; normally a must-have for tourists/5-year-olds. We walked up and down that street a thousand times trying to gauge prices and strike a good deal. So much so that one lady got far too excited that she'd seen us in her shop already that week.

OMG I look as scarier than the bear in its ridiculous get-up

Arbat


 Our hostel was pretty good in the form of some weirdos, but not too many creeps, apart from Kesha who we met on Thursday night. He pipes up into our conversation stating that he's not Korean, but he is from Siberia. He wasn't. Clearly having more trouble with holding a Russian convo than we were. Of course when he said his name was Kesha I had to sing tik-tok, and get it up on my kindle, and taunt him mercilessly. He protested and got his revenge for our taunting by poking Olivia while she was trying to get to sleep. I forget that bullying of strangers isn't good when you have to sleep in the same room as them. At least he wasn't sleeping on my bottom bunk. Poor Olivia. Not soz. He wasn't particularly the sharpest tool in the box. We easily got him to believe that Olivia is Italian, despite her protesting, and that Amy studies at Hogwarts. Not only did he believe that she is in Ravenclaw, but that she IS Ravenclaw. Maybe the whole Harry Potter concept is lost on him but I almost fell off my bed from laughing so hard. Lies. I definitely fell off Ally's bed from hysterics.

Overall it was a great week and I got a bottom bunk on the sleeper back which eliminated all my issues by the sheer level of comfort and access to table space. In the 5 days I've been gone, daylight has disappeared for all but a few hours of the day. It was still dark outside until 9:30 and I'm presuming night will return by about half 4. Naturally we're all very deficient in vitamin D by now.


For the next 6 weeks we have a different timetable with some oral lessons being replaced by a Russian news lesson of some sort and the vegetarians are taking a stand against the usual lunchtime eatery. Choice of food there is cheesy toast, draniki (fried potato cake) or pizza. Sigmund Freud is a must if you ever find yourself in Petrozavodsk as a veggie. They have a whole page dedicated to no meat and a calming atmosphere. Of course, by calming atmosphere, I mean that it's pitch black, less for a few lamps, so you can't see a thing and hence fall asleep.


Lenin library where pigeons flock to sit outside every day

Museum of the house where Gorky lived

Puuurettttyyyy