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:
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!