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Discovering MOCKBA nightlife

October 24th, 2008
posted by Ryan Rowe

Well, I am in Moscow at the moment, alone in a random bar / nightclub drinking a cool Stella and watching buxom Russian blondes gyrate to dance music.

I arrived in Moscow early yesterday morning but tonight is really the first chance I’ve had to relax and mingle with Russians. I started off the evening by going for dinner with my sweet friend Ekaterina who I first met during my New Year’s Eve trip to India in Dec 2007. We reunited at my hotel and she took me on a stroll through the city streets in the Verskaya neighbourhood of the city. We ended up at an Italian eatery named Mi Piace where we dined on delicious tomato soup, drank white wine (one glass) and told stories over pyromaniac table adventures.

Interject muse of rr - I feel so free, so free to do whatever the f*ck I want, except for swearing because I need to pay tribute to the UAE censor authorities - and I want to fly like a bird, see the whole world and learn every language and talk to every free spirit and soul on the planet, getting into their heads and absorbing the culture of the people, I am a citizen of the world - sorry cool dance song being played by the DJ so my muse just took over the BB keyboard. :)

Following dinner, I walked Katya (how many nicknames do you have?) to a civvie taxi, meaning a makeshift, spur-of-the-moment taxi operated by a normal bloke with his own car, i.e. he is not officially a taxi driver, when he sees someone who needs a taxi he stops and picks them up and takes them to their destination in return for an agreed-upon fee. I find it a terribly efficient system of employment and transportation to be quite honest. I set Katya on her way with a one-cheek kiss and continued my jaunt around the city streets, looking for a bar that would give me a taste of Russian culture tonight. During that journey, I spotted a female bus driver seemingly hand-powering her electric powered public bus, a trio of young Russian students laughing at a homeless guy, a suite of Bentleys parked outside an expensive hotel, a couple of men drinking beers by the handrail on the steps leading down into an underground station, a half-dozen lingerie shops within a 500 metre length of road, a happy smiling couple oblivious to everything but each other, funky street signs requiring deciphering by yours truly in order to determine whether they were PECTOPAH or a bAP :).

In the brisk night air I love city walking, people-watching and living the urban life.

On my way to nowhere I bought a single long-stemmed rose which (right now) has become a short-stemmed rose as a result of subsequent adventures between then and now. Tomorrow I will stare into The Heart of the Rose - google it. :)

So during my stroll, I did find a few bars and cafes and lounges but they weren’t quite what I was looking for. I wanted something that would let me interact with Russian culture. This one bar I walked into had the numbers 24 on a sign and bAP with stairs leading downstairs. It seemed like a decent choice. I walked downstairs and opened the door and found half a dozen drunk Russian businessmen singing karaoke.you don’t get better cultural opportunities than that. So I ordered a beer and inserted myself into the group - not to sing - but to observe. :) it didn’t take me long to realise that Russian karaoke presents an excellent opportunity to connect sounds with letters and syllables. :)

Humm… Its getting late, and now I am at my second stop - the Russian nightclub with the gyrating blondes (only now it’s blond guys - I think it’s time for me to get out of here!!).

Peace out.

P.S. My long and meandering silliness above will probably be famous someday - so don’t laugh me. Most geniuses are somewhat odd or eccentric. :) Van Gogh was also a nut - he cut off his ear. :)

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