Moscow

I arrived a bit later than planed, I messed up with transportations and spent 2 hours in the bus for getting until the city, I was upset and almost missed the couchsurfing’s guy I was about meeting, I did not find the hostel, had not battery left anymore. Oh, in addition of that I forgot my diary at the airport.

However, my diary was new and I had not written a line inside. A young girl and her mother helped me to find the place I was looking for and the guy met me and offered me russian pancakes. There is always a way to look at that you’re living. 🙂
I am such surprised; Russians did kill every of my clichés about them. Not only they were easy to approach but they always tried to help me, whatever the language. I asked my way at least 120’476’023 times and only once a forty-guy showed me he could not communicate in english at all. Every of the others were nice to me. So I met in the morning with a couple and they took the time to speak with me in…. french ! And showed me all around. How does it work ? Well, couchsurfing is the best place to find my people since I am traveling alone. Not only I find people who invite me to sleep over for free but most of the time, I meet new friends I do not know yet ; ) It is just about communication and of course they are bad people here around; I already had bad experiences in life, I do manage to learn about and to improve my instinct in people tho’. Here is the thing: if you think people will hurt you in someway, if you do not give them a chance to do something good for you, how could they do so ?
So I did visit … many things in Moscow and as I did not except anything from there, I really enjoyed it ! I will study more about their history and architecture in the further time.
In the evening I went back to the hostel, a guy from Iran and one for South Korea talked to me, the german girl joined us, I planed to meet an other Russian, he picked me up and we finally… all went out in the city together ! Even with his brother. What a night.
Here I am, woke up in the morning, went to buy a new diary, did some groceries, finished to pack my stuffs (because yes I did that the evening before. I do not know how it works for others but as soon as I can, I take care of my stuffs, I pack, otherwhile I am way too much stressed later), had a breakfast and here I am. Crying because I will never succeed to bring ALL my stuffs in the train. Ah. Traveling is such a thing ! Wish to me and to my 11 instants-noodles good luck for the trip ! I will post the texts, which I will have written in the train, on thursday eve’, after I take the keys of the airbnb appartment and dive into the bathtub. Yes, selfcare matters.