DAY 81 The Thumb was held aloft at 9am, it stayed active for 2 hours. 2 excitable teenage lads took me the full 400km to Volgograd in a clapped out Vauxhall. On entering Volgograd it is difficult not to notice this thing, I sat open mouthed as the Vauxhall closed in on it, slowly comprehending […]
The Thumb was held aloft at 9am, it stayed active for 2 hours. 2 excitable teenage lads took me the full 400km to Volgograd in a clapped out Vauxhall. On entering Volgograd it is difficult not to notice this thing, I sat open mouthed as the Vauxhall closed in on it, slowly comprehending the enormity and sheer scale of this amazing statue. Their must be so many things across the globe similar to this that I am not even aware of...it is called 'The Motherland calls' and is an extremely impressive structure...en.wikiped.a.org/wiki/the_motherland_calls. It commemorates the World War 2 'Battle of Stalingrad' and was the biggest statue in the world when built in 1967...it certainly is an amazing commemoration.
The lads dropped me off at the train station at 2pm and I really fancied a walk around this City. Docked the bags to be taken to the cleaners off 2 sharp 'young uns' who charged me for 3 items, the poster illustrated what was an item...I would of lost the argument if it came to it.
One wandered off into the City keeping an eye out for cheap lodgings and an internet cafe. Sat down in the main square munching on crab sticks and muscles, whilst watching an army of workers dismantle a stage that held a performance to the City last night.
A City on a Sunday suits me fine... it was quiet, the only people wandering around were young steaming drunk men with wobbly legs. One of them latched on to me, I gave him a crab stick hoping he would clasp on to that and crawl away. A language barrier is trickier to hurdle when drunkenness is involved, he ruined my ambiance.
I began to pick up on an 'air of despair' here in Volgograd. So many reasonably well kempt young men, still with a glimmer of self respect hanging loosely in their eyes... wandering round completely hammered drunk. Their wasn't just the odd drunk...their was a lot. Some helping their Mothers with the shopping, meeting friends in cafes with their Mothers, getting waved off by their Mothers at the train station... all whilst being a blind, staggering, drunken mess. No jug of scorn was being poured over this either... it was like a bleak veil of acceptance had been draped over whatever it was that triggered, or fed this need to collectively block out a pain.
After sitting beside me in a libraries internet section for 3 hours,drunken Ruskie got chucked out by security for being Leary and dribbling on the keyboard. He was clever enough to cash in on my change and deposit under the guise of being my mate off the check out girl. He scammed a 'tenna' out of me... i was livid.
Could'nt find any cheap lodgings... got my sleeping bag off the sharp 'young un's' and bedded down in the train station.