A July 1989 trip
to Moscow by IWW639
Quote: When I was 13 (1989), I went with a group of kids to Moscow. At that time, it was still The Soviet Union and very different than it is today (I've heard). I haven't been back, and I don't remember a lot about it as far as tourism proper, but it left an impression that I will never forget.
I also enjoyed visiting the Kremlin and Red square, both of which have changed slightly with the times.
I'm so happy to have visited before the collapse of the Soviets. I have memories that are only comparable to a chunk of the Berlin wall.
Most of the time I was on a tour bus or walking.
I doubt that it is still there
Member Rating 4 out of 5 on August 27, 2000
165 Mozhaisky Highway
Apparently, they leave the 31 flavors part in the U.S.. We had the choice of Rum Raisin ice cream or Rum Raisin ice cream. We made the joke that it was 31 days between flavors. Since then, Rum Raisin has been my favorite flavor of ice cream.
The portion was about 2 ounces, about the same amount as we use for ketchup on our fries. It came in a little paper cup, with a 2 inch scoop in it. I think it was 1.3 rubles, but who knows now.
Baskin Robbins 31 Flavors
Attraction | "Red Square"
Across from St. Basil's is Lenin's Tomb. The wax-like corpse former Soviet dictator is housed in a red and black block pyramid-castley thing. We had to wait in line for over an hour to walk thru. Pictures were not allowed, but I was able to catch the changing of the guard outside the temple. The guards march is sooo Russian, straight legged and swinging arm. Inside, we had to keep the line moving, and it was overwhelming to wonder what they saw in this dead dude.
Lenins tomb is located at the end of a line of former Stalinists graves.
Red Square (Krasnaia Ploshchad')
Moscow, Russia 103012
Attraction | "GUM"
The architecture is more interesting than the merchandise. Now all of this has probably changed. It's still a must see for a first time visit.
Gosudarstvennyi Universal'nyi Magazin (GUM), (State Department Store)
Krasnaia ploshchad', 3
+7 095 929 3211; 7 0
Attraction | "Moscow Circus"
It was located in a popular park. Outside were ply wood stands of a Russian Mouse and duck that resembled some familiar American icons and as we arrived so did the costumed characters for photo opportunities.
Member Rating 3 out of 5 on August 27, 2000
Moskovskii Tsirk (Moscow Circus)
Tsvetnoi Bul'var 13
Moscow, Russia 103051
+7 095 200 0668
When I had the opportunity to visit the Soviet Union, it was too late for my great-grandparents to be excited for me. I felt like I was going to view a piece of my heritage that would soon be lost forever in The Great Melting Pot of America.
Knowing very little about the culture itself, I signed up for the trip that included Moscow [Paris and London too]. What I knew about the former communist capital was minimal, but I felt a connection that I don't think any of the other members of the group felt.
Arriving in Moscow, via Brussels, I leaned over to look out the window. I was suprised to see a vast forest of conifers. The hue of green is ingrained in my memory as one I've never seen before. I had expected to touch down in Siberia, I guess.
The airport was chaos.
Moscow is a big city, and I was from a small semi-rural town. I was unable to grasp the granduer of Moscow outside of each site as it was presented to me. That's just how it was, too, presented. We had a very tight itinerary, and while part of that was the nature of the trip, I also got the feeling that we only got to see what 'they' wanted us to see.
The military presence was everywhere, soldiers marched around town, and patroled in vehicles like police. The police themselves, we witnessed, were on the take.
Outside of our hotel, in the park, black market traders scattered when a police officer walked up. They seemed to just disappear into the bushes. The cop stood around for a while, then a man appeared from the foliage. They talked for a while, made a small hand-held exchange, and parted. The cop went on his way and the traders gathered around a statue. I ventured down with the others to try my hand at the barter system that we all take for granted.
I felt like I was dealing with third-world natives and not oppressed capitalists. They spoke perfect English, and the guy I was dealing with and I both parted thinking we had duped the other.
My prizes were a CCCP watch and a one-sided USSR flag. The watch, back at home, was worth $100. I still have it.
Stalinist sculptures were all over the city. The commies weren't down on art and culture they just made it so that it catered to them. The metro stations are like museums with the walls covered in mosaics. The art of the city was more than I expected, they were really trying to do what was right for thier country.
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