Wednesday

The boat chugs on...

Most days we are awoken at 7.30 by the sound of a cockerel and various other farmyard animals being played over the ship's public address system, this then gently fades into a russian folky version of "Let it Be".

Today the wake up was at 6am, to allow us to go on an excursion to a "famous" church. I decided to stay in bed, I think I've now seen enough gilded icons to last me a lifetime. There seems to have been a huge reaction back to religion in Russia since the ties of the old regime have come off. On the basis of excursions you could think that the only building in Russia are churches.

...as I wake up to the sound of chickens
mother mary comes to me...