St Pete

I was stopped by security before boarding the plane in Moscow on my way to St. Pete. I'd entered Russia from the Ukraine but hadn't bothered reregistering, so my immigration form showed a later date than my original registration. The immigration guy talked loudly at me in Russian whilst pointing at the dates on the forms; I shrugged, said "English" and he let me through, although I wasn't sure if it was because I'd only been back in the country for 2 days and I'd have more trouble later as you're supposed to register within 3 days. After finding the hostel I thought I'd have a look around so I started at Peter and Paul fortress.

It was evening by now so the museum and attractions were closed but I went through Peter's gate and had a look around.Shrunken head guy, possibly from the film Beatlejuice.After my short bit of sightseeing I headed back to the hostel and on the way I spotted a pub that seemed pretty quiet from the outside. I walked up to the bar, sat down and happened to sit next to two English guys who turned out to be staying in the same room as me at the hostel. After a few drinks things started getting stranger; the pub virtually turned into a disco and we ended the night being press-ganged into a conga. The night started at 9 and finished between 2 and 3 am, setting the routine for my 3 nights in St Pete.