Moscow Airport

After flying 4744 miles at 3300 feet, doing 700 miles/hr. we landed in Moscow. In the middle of nowhere Moscow, but Moscow none the less. Customs was effortless, breathing however was a little harder. Not every country appreciates smoke free atmospheres.

Nor do they believe in soft toilet paper. The bathrooms reminded me of the Palace washrooms. Instead, replace the soap guy with a cleaning lady. She remained in the bathroom cleaning the toilet as soon as you were done. She was so concerned about keeping the place clean, I think she confused the paper towel for toilet paper.

We were hoping to buy some good Russian vodka. But, a nice Russian working at the duty free shop informed us we were only allowed 100ml on the plane with us. They sold nothing that small.

This explains Stallone's slurred speech. Boy looks good though.

After roaming around the handful of duty free shops, that all looked the same, for 5 hours, it was time to go. We got to take a bus to our plane, so I can at least say I breathed the Moscow air. The bus was crowded, but there was still enough room for a Jaws look alike. No, not the shark. The metal teeth wonder from James Bond. He was sitting next to us, looking unimpressed as usual, no doubt on his way to some dessert location to star in the next James Bond movie.