It wasn’t totally Kazan’s fault. I mean, it takes two to tango right? I had been on antibiotics and then decongestants for weeks and really just felt like sleeping all the time. The over night bus here can’t have helped either.
Perhaps I should have seen the signs…
Plus, the rain. You can’t blame a town for that I guess. Autumn is giving way to rain – that’s just the way it is. Turning it to snow later that day was sweet, but didn’t make it easier to take photos on my precious phone. And when my brolly blew inside out and became a moon and some twisted spokes, do you think anyone laughed with me?
On paper, it had all looked so promising: Capital of the Tatarstan Republic; an ethnic, linguistic, and Islamic-Christian mix of population and architecture – famous for Muslim and Christians living together in peace; an ancient white stone kremlin (fortified town – a UNESCO World Heritage Site) overlooking a river; a history of great battles – overrun by the Mongols, then a Khanate (under descendants of Genghis Khan) and later taken by the Russians several times and finally at the ‘Siege of Kazan’ in 1552… future insurrections being put down. Everything I love. I had been building up to this for weeks. One of my must sees.
It might have been the competition. I mean Moscow was just up the road and starting to occupy my thoughts. But did I really need to be shunted down four separate station buildings in the rain before I could buy a ticket there? Like, what is your gorgeous train station there for after all??!!
We were not off to a good start. I sulked off to a restaurant for a huge blow the budget lunch, restocked on vegs galore, slept and tried again. This time with more layers and gloves!
An aimless walk with no expectations brought fresh perspective. . . “Ohhh, ok, I get where you’re coming from now.”
Then, moving beyond Kremlin Central…
Kazan and I were starting to have fun. Damn, why did I buy that train ticket?!!