Eleanor
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The Golden Ring is the tourist name given to a loop of old towns to the north east of Moscow. This is a rewritten trip report from Slow Travel which describes a week spent visiting some of them in September 2007.
Background to the trip
We visited Estonia and were enthralled by the architecture of Alexander Nevski Cathedral. We decided we wanted to see more of Russia. Moscow and St Petersburg didn’t appeal being huge cities. We kept seeing references to ‘The Golden Ring’. A google image search left us with jaws dropping and a strong desire to go.
Neither of us speak Russian so we immediately discounted thoughts of trying to do this ourselves and approached Audley Travel based in Witney to design a tailor made trip for us with a car, driver and English speaking guide. Once satisfied this was right for us, we filled in application forms for a Russian visa and waited with fingers crossed there wouldn’t be a problem.
We were thankful to have a driver and guide with us for the trip. The Cyrillic alphabet makes interpreting signs difficult. There is little English spoken or understood, even at museums, or by traders dealing with tourists. There is little information in English provided in museums.
We had the same driver and guide all week. Our guide was very much the old fashioned, soviet style guide who stuck rigidly to the itinerary and set spiel. It was a bit like turning on a record player, you got the full story and it was impossible to stop it once started. She wasn’t too happy about questions. This may be a throw back to the Soviet days when guides were asked afterwards what questions tourists asked and who they spoke to. Tourists had to be rigidly controlled in case they saw something the State didn’t want them to. Tourists were definitely not expected to wander off and do their own thing. It took us a couple of days to come to terms with this and start to ‘manage’ our guide.
It is therefore important to get the itinerary right before the holiday. We found that requests to do something different were not well received as ‘it is not on the itinerary’.
Most trips to the Golden Ring start with a few nights in Moscow. We didn’t want to do this and asked to drive straight to Suzdal from the airport for our first stop. It was a long drive but was well worth it. We spent four nights in Suzdal. We were booked into the Convent of the Intercession of the Mother of God (Pokrov Convent) in Suzdal, a marvellous place which unfortunately no longer offers accommodation.
We then had one night in Yarislavl in a large international style hotel, and two nights at Rostov Veliky. This is not on the usual tourist route and sees few foreign tourists. It took a while for Audley to find suitable accommodation there.
From there we drove back to Moscow for the flight back to the UK.
We asked for a day to ourselves in Suzdal. Tom at Audley had expressed concern about what we would do but we assured him that we would just enjoy wandering and taking in the atmosphere. We did and it was one of the most enjoyable days of the trip.
In September the weather was changing rapidly. When we arrived all the leaves were still green. However the weather turned a lot colder half way through the week and the trees began to change colour overnight.
We loved the old Russian towns with their wooden buildings, kremlins (citadels) and old churches. Many of these had been shut or destroyed during communist times, but some are now being restored as churches again.
We found that Russia is addictive. You want to go back.
General impressions
First impressions were of a rather run-down country that is unkempt (though not untidy, we saw no litter) and a countryside of fields not being cultivated. Then the contrasts emerged; the juxtaposition of the brand new and the traditional, of prosperity and poverty. The pedestrian crossings every few yards that aren't used because drivers don't stop at them, the petty-fogging bureaucracy of some minor officials. But above all, our lasting impression is of the friendliness and good humour of the ordinary Russian.
In many ways I was reminded of life in England 50+ years ago - and even that is modern in some ways. There was still a lot of poverty and the old fashioned ways are probably necessity rather than choice. You got the impression that a lot of people have very little money. The traditional houses are built of wood and surrounded by a small plot of land to grow flowers, vegetables and fruit. Many are over one hundred years old. Some have been renovated. Others are dilapidated and falling to pieces around their owners, usually the very old.
Wood was later replaced by stone and even large and once impressive buildings are in need of a little TLC.
In September there was often a small box with a pile of apples (it had been a bumper year), a few carrots, onions or potatoes for sale outside the house. The more enterprising Babushkas toddle off to the market place with their wooden trolley with a pair of kitchen stalls to sell their produce.
From the 1950s onwards all new housing has been apartment blocks. These are suffering all the problems of damp and cracking, rotten concrete found in our 1960s monstrosities. Nearly everyone lives in these apartment blocks.
The newer ones look better - superficially until you look closely at the standard of the brickwork. It reminded me of the walls the junior kids used to build when they were taken on a visit to the construction department of our local FE college. General maintenance is dreadful and the state of the roads and pavements is as bad.
In 2007 Putin was regarded as marvellous as he promised the earth. One of the cities we visited had a major celebration of 400 years of (can’t remember what now). Putin promised that all the roads would be mended and all the houses repaired in time for it. Having watched how quickly the road menders were working using techniques which might have seemed modern to Noah when he built his arc, we didn’t think there was much chance of this chance being achieved.
Older towns have a Kremlin which was the walled Administrative centre with the cathedral.
Each of the towns had Trading Arches in the centre of the town which were long buildings with separate booths for use by the different merchant, with a storage area above. There were separate buildings for linen, flour, butter, gingerbread, etc. Many are still used.
Shops just seem to sell one type of thing. The food stores just sell food - no toiletries, washing powders, pet food, hardware, towels, electrical goods - just food. The shops don’t have displays in their windows so from the outside you can’t see what they are selling. Some have a name above them, but not all. There are small shops selling electrical goods, chemist, mobile phones. wallpaper, drapery etc. Everyone uses calculators to show what the price is. Oh, and by the way post offices are open until 8pm on a Saturday (and even later during the week).
The countryside flat and is mainly birch forest. When we arrived in early September, all the leaves were still green. However the weather turned a lot colder half way through the week and the trees began to change colour overnight.
You are not aware of much agriculture and don't see hedges or fields or animals. We saw few farm buildings. We tried to find out about land ownership and agriculture but didn't get an answer. We weren't sure whether this was because the guide didn't know, didn't understand us, or whether tourists are not supposed to ask questions like this. We did see the remains of some large collective farms near Moscow which were now derelict and unused. We understand few people want to farm now. It is hard work byyourself and it was a lot easier to farm in a large group when there were others to help, and also maybe to share costs of tractors and machinery.
The settlements are surrounded by high rise blocks. These make even quite big cities feel compact in size as there isn’t the low rise dormitory development seen round our towns. The boundary between town and country is sharp.
Love of the countryside runs deep in the Russian soul and many town dwellers own a country cottage, Dacha, with a bit of land where they grow flowers, vegetables and have a few apple trees, as well as rampant weeds. They spend weekends and summer holidays there. The dacha are often gathered together and look a bit like a shanty town. A lot of the countryside looks uncared for and unloved - a bit like set aside on a massive scale. Driving back through England, the countryside almost felt manicured.
A health warning…
Tap water presents a serious risk of giardia. Either drink bottled water which is readily available, or use purifying tablets.
Background to the trip
We visited Estonia and were enthralled by the architecture of Alexander Nevski Cathedral. We decided we wanted to see more of Russia. Moscow and St Petersburg didn’t appeal being huge cities. We kept seeing references to ‘The Golden Ring’. A google image search left us with jaws dropping and a strong desire to go.
Neither of us speak Russian so we immediately discounted thoughts of trying to do this ourselves and approached Audley Travel based in Witney to design a tailor made trip for us with a car, driver and English speaking guide. Once satisfied this was right for us, we filled in application forms for a Russian visa and waited with fingers crossed there wouldn’t be a problem.
We were thankful to have a driver and guide with us for the trip. The Cyrillic alphabet makes interpreting signs difficult. There is little English spoken or understood, even at museums, or by traders dealing with tourists. There is little information in English provided in museums.
We had the same driver and guide all week. Our guide was very much the old fashioned, soviet style guide who stuck rigidly to the itinerary and set spiel. It was a bit like turning on a record player, you got the full story and it was impossible to stop it once started. She wasn’t too happy about questions. This may be a throw back to the Soviet days when guides were asked afterwards what questions tourists asked and who they spoke to. Tourists had to be rigidly controlled in case they saw something the State didn’t want them to. Tourists were definitely not expected to wander off and do their own thing. It took us a couple of days to come to terms with this and start to ‘manage’ our guide.
It is therefore important to get the itinerary right before the holiday. We found that requests to do something different were not well received as ‘it is not on the itinerary’.
Most trips to the Golden Ring start with a few nights in Moscow. We didn’t want to do this and asked to drive straight to Suzdal from the airport for our first stop. It was a long drive but was well worth it. We spent four nights in Suzdal. We were booked into the Convent of the Intercession of the Mother of God (Pokrov Convent) in Suzdal, a marvellous place which unfortunately no longer offers accommodation.
We then had one night in Yarislavl in a large international style hotel, and two nights at Rostov Veliky. This is not on the usual tourist route and sees few foreign tourists. It took a while for Audley to find suitable accommodation there.
From there we drove back to Moscow for the flight back to the UK.
We asked for a day to ourselves in Suzdal. Tom at Audley had expressed concern about what we would do but we assured him that we would just enjoy wandering and taking in the atmosphere. We did and it was one of the most enjoyable days of the trip.
In September the weather was changing rapidly. When we arrived all the leaves were still green. However the weather turned a lot colder half way through the week and the trees began to change colour overnight.
We loved the old Russian towns with their wooden buildings, kremlins (citadels) and old churches. Many of these had been shut or destroyed during communist times, but some are now being restored as churches again.
We found that Russia is addictive. You want to go back.
General impressions
First impressions were of a rather run-down country that is unkempt (though not untidy, we saw no litter) and a countryside of fields not being cultivated. Then the contrasts emerged; the juxtaposition of the brand new and the traditional, of prosperity and poverty. The pedestrian crossings every few yards that aren't used because drivers don't stop at them, the petty-fogging bureaucracy of some minor officials. But above all, our lasting impression is of the friendliness and good humour of the ordinary Russian.
In many ways I was reminded of life in England 50+ years ago - and even that is modern in some ways. There was still a lot of poverty and the old fashioned ways are probably necessity rather than choice. You got the impression that a lot of people have very little money. The traditional houses are built of wood and surrounded by a small plot of land to grow flowers, vegetables and fruit. Many are over one hundred years old. Some have been renovated. Others are dilapidated and falling to pieces around their owners, usually the very old.
Wood was later replaced by stone and even large and once impressive buildings are in need of a little TLC.
In September there was often a small box with a pile of apples (it had been a bumper year), a few carrots, onions or potatoes for sale outside the house. The more enterprising Babushkas toddle off to the market place with their wooden trolley with a pair of kitchen stalls to sell their produce.
From the 1950s onwards all new housing has been apartment blocks. These are suffering all the problems of damp and cracking, rotten concrete found in our 1960s monstrosities. Nearly everyone lives in these apartment blocks.
The newer ones look better - superficially until you look closely at the standard of the brickwork. It reminded me of the walls the junior kids used to build when they were taken on a visit to the construction department of our local FE college. General maintenance is dreadful and the state of the roads and pavements is as bad.
In 2007 Putin was regarded as marvellous as he promised the earth. One of the cities we visited had a major celebration of 400 years of (can’t remember what now). Putin promised that all the roads would be mended and all the houses repaired in time for it. Having watched how quickly the road menders were working using techniques which might have seemed modern to Noah when he built his arc, we didn’t think there was much chance of this chance being achieved.
Older towns have a Kremlin which was the walled Administrative centre with the cathedral.
Each of the towns had Trading Arches in the centre of the town which were long buildings with separate booths for use by the different merchant, with a storage area above. There were separate buildings for linen, flour, butter, gingerbread, etc. Many are still used.
Shops just seem to sell one type of thing. The food stores just sell food - no toiletries, washing powders, pet food, hardware, towels, electrical goods - just food. The shops don’t have displays in their windows so from the outside you can’t see what they are selling. Some have a name above them, but not all. There are small shops selling electrical goods, chemist, mobile phones. wallpaper, drapery etc. Everyone uses calculators to show what the price is. Oh, and by the way post offices are open until 8pm on a Saturday (and even later during the week).
The countryside flat and is mainly birch forest. When we arrived in early September, all the leaves were still green. However the weather turned a lot colder half way through the week and the trees began to change colour overnight.
You are not aware of much agriculture and don't see hedges or fields or animals. We saw few farm buildings. We tried to find out about land ownership and agriculture but didn't get an answer. We weren't sure whether this was because the guide didn't know, didn't understand us, or whether tourists are not supposed to ask questions like this. We did see the remains of some large collective farms near Moscow which were now derelict and unused. We understand few people want to farm now. It is hard work byyourself and it was a lot easier to farm in a large group when there were others to help, and also maybe to share costs of tractors and machinery.
The settlements are surrounded by high rise blocks. These make even quite big cities feel compact in size as there isn’t the low rise dormitory development seen round our towns. The boundary between town and country is sharp.
Love of the countryside runs deep in the Russian soul and many town dwellers own a country cottage, Dacha, with a bit of land where they grow flowers, vegetables and have a few apple trees, as well as rampant weeds. They spend weekends and summer holidays there. The dacha are often gathered together and look a bit like a shanty town. A lot of the countryside looks uncared for and unloved - a bit like set aside on a massive scale. Driving back through England, the countryside almost felt manicured.
A health warning…
Tap water presents a serious risk of giardia. Either drink bottled water which is readily available, or use purifying tablets.
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