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In the end it was all very anti-climatic, much like any other air journey. We’d been told to declare the equipment on entry so that we could get it out easily, but they simply weren’t interested at all. (The only person having a problem was some character who had shown up to film our arrival and was being harassed by the airport security.)

Usha, our Russian organizer

There was the organiser waiting for us as we came through customs, the lovely, dynamic Usha, with a van, which loaded up with us and the baggage and off into the wilds of Moscow.
They drive like maniacs here, making Italian city driving seem quite sedate. Apparently there is no speed limit in the city unless the road is jammed solid, and the roads are standard Soviet width (like 10 lanes) and very, very full.

Moscow skyline

We wandered around a little that evening, mainly in direction Red Square, which was not quite how I’d pictured it. On one side is the Kremlin (apparently: it’s never quite clear what or where the Kremlin is) and the other side a large shopping center (GUM). This could be considered an ironic statement about Russia and it’s politics, except Russians don’t do irony. (NOTE: just found that the Kremlin has a very informative website).

The Kremlin?

First impressions of Russia include the idea that Russians never smile. This is not actually true, but they are very guarded when in public, opening up into friendly, easy laughter in private. This is partly national character I think, and partly the effect of many generations of an overbearing, paranoid Soviet state. There is a new generation of Russians who are growing up in a climate of comparative openness, but for their parents and grandparents, they had to watch what they said. The younger generation are somewhat puzzled by the sight of the UK heading into totalitarianism, while they are heading out of it.
Another observation: Russian cleaning ladies are all alike, and apparently a different species from other russians. They are short, stocky women of an indeterminate age and are never seen without a broom or mop. They don’t smile and when I tried to get a photo of some, they don’t appear on film… weird!

Security checkpoint at concert

Tonights concert is in Moscow, and is the first concert in which all the guests (and artists) have to pass through a security check and metal detectors. Comforting to know that there won’t be any knife attacks during the concert! The concert hall itself is part of some sort of television complex and looks like it’s being used for concert recordings and such. It’s certainly one of the deadest acoustics I’ve heard outside of a real studio. DP&M are more used to playing churches and concert halls so it all sounds a bit strange to them, meaning we have a sound check with ‘it just doesn’t sound right’ all through it.

Stage set

The 'chick magnet' effect.

The hugging and chatting can go on for a bit, which pissed off the night guard, who appeared at the edge of the stage and shouted at everyone to, presumably, go home. He was totally ignored and disappeared, to reappear on the stage and hollering again at everyone. And again, he was ignored, so he disappeared again. And reappeared, this time with a battery operated megaphone, the kind which become more incoherent the louder you shout into them, which he was certainly doing. But again, no-one paid any attention to him so he eventually gave up…

Hmm, that was good.

After driving back to the hotel it was time to sample some more of the local delicacy: vodka!

The Church of Psychedlia

Doing the Gayatri mantra

Full prostration at the Church of the Swimming Pool

One of the only vegetarian restaraunts in Moscow.

Room of Mirrors

Moscow stage set, starry night.

At play with the Buddha.

When the Lord says 'You Gotta Move', you gotta!

TV tower above the concert hall

Next, on to St. Petersburg.