Reading menus in Russia

Yesterday when I finally arrived at the outdoor museum, I had to find an excuse to go inside for a a few minutes. Despite the negative temperatures (today it is negative 25 Celsius but yesterday was warmer: maybe negative 15 or 20) I wasn't really all that cold, or even uncomfortable, but one of my cameras was frozen solid. I knew that even after it warmed up inside, it would freeze up within minutes of being back outside, but c'est la vie.

I spent 30 minutes reading the menu, doing my best to decipher as many words as I could, mostly to buy myself time and also to practice the language, because honestly I wasn't even all that hungry. Well, I was, but I was anxious to see the museum first.

After all that, I ordered what I thought was something similar to beef pelmeni, but made with potatoes instead of thin unleavened dough. Instead I got french fries with a burger patty dropped on top, all of it covered with a runny egg. I am glad to have made the effort but I have never been so disappointed to eat french fries, especially considering they were still partly frozen. At least the tea and toast were hot, and exactly as ordered.

On the flipside of the ruble, last night I made no effort to read the writing on my bottled water, and after hiking for 10 miles or more, all I wanted to do was crawl home and make a cup of hot tea. I bought five liters of fresh water, washed all of my clothes except for a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, which meant I was stuck inside for the night, but then I realized if I wanted tea I'd have to make it with carbonated water.

C'est la vie.