After the park we headed across Moscow to check into a new hostel as the Russian dream was fully booked (probably by Mosquitos). It was baking and within minutes we looked like we had been for a shower, well Steve did I had a gentle glow which made me look more attractive than usual. Finding your hostel is much harder than you would think, I haven't figured out why yet, but they are always hidden, down an alley, in a basement, and they never ever have a sign, after at least an hour walking up and down the same road eventually we were pointed to a door by a helpful lady, again it was in a large residential building with lots of graffiti around and a big steel shutter, after 15 minutes of knocking I started shouting through the bars over the open windows on the outside, eventually a young girl appeared and came out to greet us, she spoke a little English and was very apologetic. She showed us down an Alley round the corner and through some railings where there was a handwritten piece of paper no bigger than my iphone with the name of the hostel on it. Inside you had to take your shoes off, I think this was a way of making you pay £1 for their slippers that you had to wear unless you just happened to bring a pair of your own. It was similar to the last hostel, a converted flat where every inch of space had been filled with a bunk bed, it smelt a bit but I think this was down to the people in it, who turned out to be mainly Russians who lived there permanently (imagine being in a lift full of smelly people with no aircon and your almost there). There were about 6 rooms with 8 beds in each, and two showers for everyone to share, oh and did i mention it was opposite a prison, but it was clean, there were windows with natural light and most importantly there were mosquito nets over the windows. We were tired after our trek across Moscow in the heat and decided to chill for a bit, i got talking to Luke (I don't think that was his real name) he was a cinema student who lived there, he helped me decipher our train ticket and plan how to get to the station. I used the time to practice my Russian but after about 30 minutes I fell asleep with my earphones in, somehow I think it worked as when I woke Up i had got the main phrases nailed, I think this could be the way forward. About 6pm we went out for a meal at a real Russian restaurant, I got to try out my pigeon Russian which made the waitress laugh, and we had some real Russian food, Steve had a kind of mixed meat hotpot with potatoes, tomato, gravy and garlic and I had a mixed meat thing that looked like a burger but was more like a dumpling, it was very fatty and sweet and the mash was unnaturally yellow. The weirdest thing about the restaurant was that if you wanted a smoking table you sat in the nice veranda or upstairs where there were nice views, but if you wanted non smoking you were seated in the basement between the kitchen and the toilets, we were non smoking. After spending £20 on our meals we decided to get our desert at Mc d's and sat in the park for a while. We caught the metro back which we have become pros at navigating, it's great as it only costs 60p wherever you want to go and all the turnstiles are left open, you just swipe your pre brought card as you go through, so there are no ques and the trains go every 90 seconds. Unfortunately i discovered the downside to having the turnstiles constantly open, if you accidentally swipe your card on the wrong bit, it runs out of credit or you miss the scanner as you rush through with everyone behind you, it makes a loud beep and two metal rods shoot out, which I'm sure are scientifically programmed to get you in the nads every time, causing you to double over in pain and yelp real loud while all the people rushing through behind you pile into you, much to everybody else's amusement. It would certainly put you off ever bunking the train, 60p or your nuts scraped off the floor?