I posted up a pic on my social accounts to commemorate what would have been my Dad’s 62nd Birthday – it was a candid picture of him that I took when we were in Moscow, the last trip where it was just me and my Dad without the rest of the family, where I followed him on one of his flights to Dubai and Moscow.
This was before the era where I started to keep comprehensive travel journals, and when it came to travelling with my parents – my Dad especially because it felt like he had been already been practically EVERYWHERE before I was born – I was quite content to just tag along and see the sights without any planning of my own.
I also wasn’t very much into photography or journalling back then so there was less worrying about getting good shots, or the name of where exactly I had been to. Travel was quite a different experience, a lot more carefree but to some extent a little more shallow because I don’t remember as much compared to my documented trips in recent years.
Also, the one thing about having my Dad as a guide is that he was never that into history and lore and odd facts; he knew the basics of the tourist spots and had a fantastic sense of direction, but any interesting factoids about a place I usually picked up from my own browsing. My Dad may not have been the touristy sort, but things he always figured out – the best way to get around a city and where the cheap good food near the hotel was.
Here’s a little about what else we saw:
It was a pretty sunny day with lovely blue skies. We started our walk from the famous Red Square – this is the State History Museum
St Basils Cathedral is one of a kind. It actually is kinda little compared to the Kremlin and Red Square but I love how uniquely colourful it is
With the help of Google, I can tell you now that this church is called the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour and located along the Moscow river.
Obligatory tourist shot (not my XXL beer!)
I definitely hope to go back and see more of Russia in future, but I will have to say that the process of getting the visa can be a bit tedious – I went to the embassy 4 times before I finally got my hands on my Visa!
For more stories about me travelling with my Dad, here’s another post from this same trip when we were in Dubai, and one of an earlier trip to Seoul and Vancouver.