Pass the Poo

The following was written on Saturday, April 26th:

We are back in Moscow and our goal today is Red Square. The driving here is a little more civil, and there are dashed lines for individual lanes on the major thoroughfares.

We are staying in the Holiday Inn-Sokolniki. It is new hotel with all the amenities of an American hotel. We are staying on the 10th floor of the 25 floor high rise. Unfortunately, our room does not come with a complimentary breakfast. In the morning we will decide if we are hungry enough to pay 800 rubles ($35) each for the breakfast buffet. Geoff would like to find a small Russian café.

The 4-hour flight from Krasnoyarsk to Moscow was almost uneventful. An older lady in front of us had a teacup Chihuahua in her coat during the trip. We didn’t notice it until about an hour before landing. We thought someone was passing gas (Geoff got an elbow to the ribs), and we jokingly blamed it on the dog.

As soon as we landed, we saw the lady try to pass a fist-sized bundle of newspaper to a man standing by the restroom to Mona, who was in our row. When Mona wouldn't accept it, she finally convinced a man behind us to take the bundle and throw it away. As it passed our row it was painfully clear she had “passed the poo”, and Karey almost lost her lunch! Only in Russia (or not?)!