After 9.someodd hours of flying, complete with 2 glasses paper cups of boxed white wine (not too shabby might I add), 2 stale airplane meals and brief naps from time-to-time Aeroflot Flight #103 was "preparing for our dissent into Moscow City".
Could it really be? Was my dream of visiting the winter wonderland Moscow becomes in the dead of winter coming to a reality?! It was and I couldn't be happier.
I mean, don't get me wrong I know it's going to be cold as f*ck, but nothing a few (hundred) layers couldn't take care of.
Thanks for the well wishes, Sheremetyevo Airport!
I was still a 35 minute Aeroexpress ride from the winter wonderland I had come to visit - the downtown of Moscow City, but the dream had certainly begun. As the train glided through the surrounding suburbs I couldn't help but think 'this place is beautiful'.
Was it too soon? I.don't.think.so.
35 minutes exactly (high five to Aeroexpress for keeping my itinerary on schedule thus far) and there I was in "my neighborhood", Chistye Prudy, for the next few days. Chistye Prudy, which means Clean Ponds looked more like iced over ponds to me... Beautiful, wintry ponds that is.
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