April 2007 archives

Entry no.: 121

23 Apr 2007, 5:11 PM

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Personal Better late

I never thought about horses nor equestrianism, not for more than 3 minutes, anyway — even if one of the recent posts is about sidewalk riding in Moscow — until a dear friend managed to convince me not only to get out of the city this weekend (not an easy job, people really knowing me are probably shocked already) but go see some horses.

Horse and trainer playing, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007

Horse and trainer playing, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007

Mr. Cezar Manolescu, an artist of gentle horse training.

Horse playing, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007

Cristian -Kit- Paul and horse, Richard Reens, 2007

I got a friend.

I started by curiosity and ended up loving every minute of it. Better late than never, they say.

Entry no.: 118

17 Apr 2007, 5:20 PM

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Photography Dirty dusk

Dirty dusk, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

I hate trains. Public transportation anxiety. Or maybe travelers' spleen.

Entry no.: 115

12 Apr 2007, 3:11 AM

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Music A.G.

"There are many that know, but only few of them understand"

A.G. Weinberger swamped Spice Club with blues tonight — and I had the pleasure of meeting him.

A.G. Weinberger in concert, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

A.G. Weinberger in concert, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

The concert was part of his Spreading The Blues and looking for the players tour, 2007 being — according to A.G. — "The Year of Blues in Romania".

Entry no.: 110

5 Apr 2007, 1:36 PM

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Travel Urban riders

Midnight enigma in downtown Moscow

Three nights walking the commercial boulevards in Moscow, three nights the horseback riders made their appearance. Girls on horses. Clip clop, clip clop, right on the sidewalks, among the midnight passers-by. On the first night one of them asked me for money — I didn't have any money changed into local currency yet so I gave her nothing. Tough luck.

Girls riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

First night I was totally surprised and managed to take a shot only after they passed by.

Girls riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

Girls riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

Second night I wasn't that stupefied anymore but the light was not so great.

Girls riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

Girls riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks, Cristian -Kit- Paul, 2007.

The third night I managed to ambush them in front of a well-lit store window.

This all leaves me with a few unanswered questions.

What the hell was that all about, riding horses on downtown Moscow's sidewalks? Are those girls walking their extra-large house-pets at night? Are they elite of tramps, the cavalry of beggars? Noblewomen? Is this posh leisure, green locomotion, fucking coolness, extreme-sport, fashionable eccentricity?

Regardless of what their story might be, the urban riders are — at least for me — part of brand Moscow.

Entry no.: 106

2 Apr 2007, 1:11 AM

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Travel Moscow cabs?

Sure. Every car might be a cab!

In Moscow you can use any car as a taxicab

Here's the story. For four days, I've never took a taxicab in Moscow. For four days my guides used the following routine instead: raised a hand towards the cars riding on the first lane of the highway/boulevard/street and a car (often two or even three) stopped. After a very short negotiation we jumped in and we're gone. Money changed hands, relaxed chatter happened between the fronts sits (in Russian) and eventually we were delivered at the destination.

They were not cabs. They were not previously hired rides. It was all kind of paid hitch-hiking!

You can use any car as a taxi

—It would take 30, maybe 45 minutes for a cab to show up with these traffic jams, they said. And who cares about taxicabs, anyway? We have our own scheme. You can use any car as a taxi. 100% efficient: no phone calls on hold, no waiting. Arm raised, cars stop. Better.

—Well, I replied, every capital has taxis and I never — not ever — seen something like this.

—Yes, but this is Moscow, they replied. This is our way.