Our sleeper train to Moscow was OK. We were lucky because even though we had paid for a four berth we got a two berth because we were the end room. We arrived in Moscow at 10am and decided to brave the metro instead of getting a taxi. We managed to buy two five trip tickets using lots of hand gestures (international sign language). We somehow managed to reach our destination as all the metro signs were in Russian and our metro map was in English! Our walk to the hotel was over train tracks and under pylons and we wondered again what we might find when we got there, to our relief the hotel was lovely even though our room was long long way from the reception.

We dropped our bags in the room, did some washing in the sink and then caught the metro to the centre of town. First we walked to the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour and then to St Basils which is an array of swirling colors and redbrick towers, very impressive. It is on the edge of red square which is huge and we had fun taking pictures of us doing star jumps. Finally we caught the metro back to the hotel.

On our second day in Moscow we still hadn't heared about our transfer to the train station so we decided to take our bags with us. We put them in left luggage near the Kremlin. The woman was not impressed by their size and charged us double! We then queued for tickets to the Kremlin and then queued to get in the Kremlin. The Kremlin is the apex of Russian political power and the Russian President still works there. We walked around the five cathedrals, a big bell, a big cannon and some secret garden and then had an ice cream. Out side of the Kremlin we watched changing of the guard by the tomb of the unnamed soldier. This soldier died at the closest spot the Nazi's ever got to Moscow (Leiningradskae).

We had to collect our bags at 6pm but our train wasn't till 11.25pm so we sat under a tree with a bottle of water for a while and then made our way to Abrat street (with our big bags) for our dinner. After food we made our way to the train station. Gareth was brave and ventured out to the local markets to buy some Russian pot noodles for our lunches on the train. He did well, even buying pringles!