We took the midnight train from St Petersburg to Moscow, arriving in Moscow at around 8am. The beds were surprisingly comfortable (more comfortable than some other sleepers I've been in), and incredibly luxurious after the camp bed I was sleeping on in St Petersburg. I had the best sleep I've had since we got here :)
We had a private transfer booked from the train station to our hotel, which turned out to be a guy in his VW Passat - a pretty nice car to be picking some randoms up from a train station in! I was imagining the same thing happening in Australia but throwing the bags into the back of the Camry Stationwagon or the VT Commodore next to the Esky and the sub. Not quite the same...
Moscow hasn't been quite as nice as St Petersburg so far. In its defence, we're staying a long way out in a hotel that feels like a cruise ship, in the Olympic Village (but a quick metro ride away), and it's been grey and rainy for most of the day, and nothing ever looks awesome after you hop off at train at 8am with no shower. But the whole city has a different feel to me - more foreboding, and more of a soulless big city rather than the character that St Petersburg had.
St Basil's Cathedral in Red Square - the inside was much smaller than we were expecting as the building is actually a whole group of different buildings masquerading as a single one.
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