How is Moscow?
I don't really know! I basically live in the school where I'm taking my CELTA course at the moment. I occasionally go out and get dinner with the two Brits in my course and on the weekends my flat mate, and I have been trying to get out more.
Last night, however, we did go do stuff. It was the last night of our practice teaching course with the elementary students so we(me and the Brits) went out with a bunch of them for drinks after class. The night was a great success, and I think I've met some Russian friends already so huzzah! The really crazy thing about the night though happened on the way home. We were a few stops from our home way in the boonies of southern Moscow when our train just stops in the tunnel. We sit around for about 15 minutes before a police officer comes through and ushers us towards the front of the train where we realize that the first car of the train has reached a station and we can get out there. At which point we see why the train had stopped: some guy had ended up on the train tracks and was trying to climb out when the train came into the station. So everyone got a lovely view of the top half of a dead guy as we left the train. It was a properly fucked up way to end an otherwise amazing evening.
Last night, however, we did go do stuff. It was the last night of our practice teaching course with the elementary students so we(me and the Brits) went out with a bunch of them for drinks after class. The night was a great success, and I think I've met some Russian friends already so huzzah! The really crazy thing about the night though happened on the way home. We were a few stops from our home way in the boonies of southern Moscow when our train just stops in the tunnel. We sit around for about 15 minutes before a police officer comes through and ushers us towards the front of the train where we realize that the first car of the train has reached a station and we can get out there. At which point we see why the train had stopped: some guy had ended up on the train tracks and was trying to climb out when the train came into the station. So everyone got a lovely view of the top half of a dead guy as we left the train. It was a properly fucked up way to end an otherwise amazing evening.