Saturday was our eleventh day on this ship. I was feeling a little “boozed out” after so many days of enjoying cocktails before dinner and wine with dinner.
OK, OK, I did have wine with lunch a few days.
OK, OK, make that most days.
That night, I took the evening off. “Enough!” I exclaimed.
Then on Sunday, we spent about seven hours in the city of Arkhangelsk, Russia, and I have to admit that I could hardly wait to get back on the ship and hit the bar. Honestly, I think the security person said, “Welcome back!” and in response, I said something like, “Thanks! Could I get a vodka tonic?”
I see how alcoholism is a problem in Russia. What a miserable place. I read that the per capita consumption of vodka is close to sixteen liters. That’s some heavy drinking, but after seeing this place, some folks might say, “Is that all?” I would love to quiz someone about drug use. The people here just seem to be surviving and not really looking to the future, but that could just be my take. There seems to be a good bit of hanging on to the past in the form of monuments to great moments in Russian history. But nothing gets repaired; there are delapidated buildings everywhere. Maiya Fergason, our guest lecturer on the ship, says that many Russians keep the interior of their apartments beautifully, but after many years of the government owning the buildings, followed by ownership by the ”cooperative” (whatever that means), the residents just are not going to invest in the exterior of the buildings because they don’t see the exterior as being theirs. I did notice lots of people out on a Sunday afternoon strolling babies in carriages. Usually, when we travel, I see this as a sign that there is much optimism about where a country is going. Here, I cannot help but wonder if these young couples are optimistic or if they are simply looking for a distraction from their miserable existence. Again, am I projecting too much?
We were told several days ago that Arkhangelsk was trying to become a tourist destination. I hate to be a party pooper, but they are wasting their time. Ain’t going to happen. We thought that Murmansk was dreary, in part because it was raining all day, but the sun was shining in Arkhangelsk and, to be kind, it was still a hellhole. I will hush about it and just let the photos tell the story.
We were having dinner last evening as the ship pushed away from the dock. A Maitre d’ in Compass Rose was passing by our table. He leaned over, looked out of the window, and said, “Goodbye, Russia! I hope I never see you again!” Rick said he must be from Ukraine. Well, I’m not from Ukraine, but let me second that sentiment! If you decide to come to Russia, bring plenty of vodka and don’t say you weren’t warned!
Enlightening posts about Russia. Thanks for sharing photos and stories. We will for sure heed your advice!
Onward to better ports of call for you all……
I still kinda want to see Moscow, but I think we have ruled out a river cruise in Russia. I truly had no idea that it would be so awful!
I feel so sad for them!
I agree! It really ticks me off, but I guess it’s their culture to accept whatever . . .
Looks like Detroit might be a slightly better destination.
Hilarious! Never thought of that. It’s alot closer!
After reading your post, glad our river trip ended in Norway! We were in Russia in 1971 and it hasn’t changed much as far as I can see from your pictures! If you do go back, Moscow didn’t do much for us but St. Petersburg, then Leninburg had wonderful sites to see especially the Hermitage!
We went to St. Petersburg about 10 years ago and it is indeed beautiful. After reading A Gentleman in Moscow, I wanted to see Moscow.I am re-thinking that. I believe everyone on this ship is delighted to be out of Russian waters and back in Norway!
You never told me that you wanted to be an exceedingly talented writer when you grew up! I took the opportunity to share your entries with Mama during her 95th birthday trip. I read several aloud for our group and everyone loved them. Mama also appreciated your birthday card that was waiting for her upon her arrival home. Keep them coming and I’m sure she’ll want to hear about the rest of your trip next time I’m in Marion. Drink some vodka for me!
I am so happy that you have been reading my posts! I love to write them. Loved the photos of your mom’s birthday on Instagram. She looks as young as ever!
Pictures tell the story of s failed idea. Great pictures
Our neighbor, Nadine, got your postcard from Norway and she is thrilled! We are enjoying all of your posts and look for them everyday. Just curious about the per capita alcohol consumption in Russia that you mentioned. What time frame for the 16 liters?
That’s per year, supposedly, but everyone under-reports. I wish Nadine could read the posts, too, but I don’t suppose she has a computer. I’m glad she enjoys the post cards. Would have loved to send her one from Russia, but we did not see any. Such a weird place—glad it’s in our rearview mirror!