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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Journey to Sochi
Today was our last push for the next two weeks on the airplanes. Are plan was to wake up at 4 am to get in our Taxi to the airport, but that had changed from the night before when we decided to show St. petersburg what a real U.S. shit show was all about. Because of our lack of intelligence on that night we completely set our clocks wrong and failed at the mission of tackling the jet lag. So we never got up at 4 am instead we woke up at 9pm the night before and walked around the city till the taxi came. The time change is 11 hours so its a super difficult one to get use to. Anyways the taxi came and it brought us to the international airport where the shit show continued. Once are taxi driver realized that Sochi is in Russia, too, just like St.petersburg, we quickly packed the cab back up and rushed to the domestic airport where our flight really was.
After dealing with the security and getting all our stuff together we enjoyed the sights of this run down old airport and all of its surprising features and interesting architecture, we then board our first leg of our journey.
We had a two hour lay over in Moscow which to our surprise was very pleasant. After eating some food Tim Konrad (God) starting feeling a little sick as I did. His, probably from the runny eggs, and me from to much snus/lack of sleep combo. After fighting the stomach cramps and the pail lips we made it onto our last leg which went by with the back of my eye lids being the only thing I saw.
We arrived at the Sochi airport two hours later with all our bags and most surprising, all our stuff still in them. We argued between two taxi drivers on who was going to score the joy of being able to drive us up to the Krasanay Polyana. (i.e. get paid) Finally they came to an agreement and we were on our way. The drive was spectacular. everything seemed as if it were under construction getting ready for the 2014 Olympics mayhem. We are all really stocked to have the opportunity to see this place before it is totally modernized. The taxi came to a stop at our new home for the next couple of weeks. A little apartment for each of us on a beautiful hill side looking up at the snowy mountains of South/East Russia. We all disappeared into our hobbit holes exhausted and in silence. I sat down in a chair that directed my attention out at the scenery of my new window. With out any warning I broke the silence of my room with laugher thinking about how 4 years ago I would have killed to be sitting in this seat I am right now.
After dealing with the security and getting all our stuff together we enjoyed the sights of this run down old airport and all of its surprising features and interesting architecture, we then board our first leg of our journey.
We had a two hour lay over in Moscow which to our surprise was very pleasant. After eating some food Tim Konrad (God) starting feeling a little sick as I did. His, probably from the runny eggs, and me from to much snus/lack of sleep combo. After fighting the stomach cramps and the pail lips we made it onto our last leg which went by with the back of my eye lids being the only thing I saw.
We arrived at the Sochi airport two hours later with all our bags and most surprising, all our stuff still in them. We argued between two taxi drivers on who was going to score the joy of being able to drive us up to the Krasanay Polyana. (i.e. get paid) Finally they came to an agreement and we were on our way. The drive was spectacular. everything seemed as if it were under construction getting ready for the 2014 Olympics mayhem. We are all really stocked to have the opportunity to see this place before it is totally modernized. The taxi came to a stop at our new home for the next couple of weeks. A little apartment for each of us on a beautiful hill side looking up at the snowy mountains of South/East Russia. We all disappeared into our hobbit holes exhausted and in silence. I sat down in a chair that directed my attention out at the scenery of my new window. With out any warning I broke the silence of my room with laugher thinking about how 4 years ago I would have killed to be sitting in this seat I am right now.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
St. Petersburg, Russia
Thursday afternoon Tim Konrad (God), Jeff Wright (Filmer), JT Holmes (JT Holmes), and myself began our journey to the Freeride World Tour. The first stop of the Tour is in Sochi, Russia which has brought us to St. Petersburg. After almost loosing Jeff, due to ski boot misplacements, and about 26 hours of traveling we arrived.
It was a relief to see that customs in Russia does not exist especially after the stress we have all put ourselves through the past couple of weeks. Between Tim and Jeff stressing over the film equipment, me stressing about getting my two months ration of suns through, and JT stessing about……. nothing actually, we all couldn't help but to jumped for joy as we rounded the corner in the airport to see nothing except two sliding glass doors that lead straight to Russian soil.
After nursing our jet lag the first night we awoke to a standard St. Petersburg day, cloudy with a chance of snow and 10 F. Coming to this from Squaw Valley was a shocker to all of us. We put our nickers on though and headed out that morning to check out the Hermitage Mussium. This was by far one of the most spectacular collections of art and antiques I have seen, not saying much but it was pretty awesome. We spent a good couple of hours in there with only the first little bit checking out the art and the rest trying to navagait our way back through what was almost like a labyrinth style of architecture to the outside. Once outside we enjoyed wonderful Russian Hot Dogs then trekked back to the strip to meet up with one of JT's many fans.
We sat munched some food and sipped coffee upstairs in this enormous book store while JT's fan gave us a layout on the night life of St. Petersburg. We took some pictures of this church on our way back to the hotel to nap before giving the city hell.
We woke up from our nap around 9 pm (8 am PST) and decided that we would give Russian sushi a try on our way to the club. The sushi turned out to be fanomanoul, to my surprise with very nice surroundings. We finished up eating then be lighted it for the club. We found what seemed like a nice quite corner at first until the Fooz-Ball table next to us got out of control. I don't know what it is ether with everyone listening to soft 80's U.S. Rock in clubs around the world. I'm not sure if people remember the intro song to the show "Friends," but when that came on the whole club went A-Wall. At this point I decided that I would try my luck with the taxi services and find my way back to the hotel before this turned into one of those South American raggers and I start getting sweetie palms. I found a nice looking Russian girl who kindly agreed to share a cab with me so that the taxi didn't drop me off on the other side of town, take my money, and drive away.
To my surprise , even with the Russian Girl, I made it back to the hotel way easier than I thought. I'm not sure on why the stereotype of Russians is mean because everyone here is super nice. I paid the nice gentle man, thanked the young lady and headed for the door. I brushed my teeth and dove into my sleeping bag thinking about how rad it's going to be when I get to do my first backflip in Russia.
It was a relief to see that customs in Russia does not exist especially after the stress we have all put ourselves through the past couple of weeks. Between Tim and Jeff stressing over the film equipment, me stressing about getting my two months ration of suns through, and JT stessing about……. nothing actually, we all couldn't help but to jumped for joy as we rounded the corner in the airport to see nothing except two sliding glass doors that lead straight to Russian soil.
After nursing our jet lag the first night we awoke to a standard St. Petersburg day, cloudy with a chance of snow and 10 F. Coming to this from Squaw Valley was a shocker to all of us. We put our nickers on though and headed out that morning to check out the Hermitage Mussium. This was by far one of the most spectacular collections of art and antiques I have seen, not saying much but it was pretty awesome. We spent a good couple of hours in there with only the first little bit checking out the art and the rest trying to navagait our way back through what was almost like a labyrinth style of architecture to the outside. Once outside we enjoyed wonderful Russian Hot Dogs then trekked back to the strip to meet up with one of JT's many fans.
We sat munched some food and sipped coffee upstairs in this enormous book store while JT's fan gave us a layout on the night life of St. Petersburg. We took some pictures of this church on our way back to the hotel to nap before giving the city hell.
We woke up from our nap around 9 pm (8 am PST) and decided that we would give Russian sushi a try on our way to the club. The sushi turned out to be fanomanoul, to my surprise with very nice surroundings. We finished up eating then be lighted it for the club. We found what seemed like a nice quite corner at first until the Fooz-Ball table next to us got out of control. I don't know what it is ether with everyone listening to soft 80's U.S. Rock in clubs around the world. I'm not sure if people remember the intro song to the show "Friends," but when that came on the whole club went A-Wall. At this point I decided that I would try my luck with the taxi services and find my way back to the hotel before this turned into one of those South American raggers and I start getting sweetie palms. I found a nice looking Russian girl who kindly agreed to share a cab with me so that the taxi didn't drop me off on the other side of town, take my money, and drive away.
To my surprise , even with the Russian Girl, I made it back to the hotel way easier than I thought. I'm not sure on why the stereotype of Russians is mean because everyone here is super nice. I paid the nice gentle man, thanked the young lady and headed for the door. I brushed my teeth and dove into my sleeping bag thinking about how rad it's going to be when I get to do my first backflip in Russia.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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