My stomach is calling again, so I meet up with Wanna and we head to an interesting hole in the wall, literally.
It contains all manner of bready treats. Despite the goods being stacked in the window, this is one instance where window shopping certainly isn’t going to cut it, and we buy a selection of things.
Consuming these one by one, I conclude with a chewy custardy thing which is encased in crunchy pastry, sprinkled with icing sugar. It is pretty tasty, but I am starting to get bread head!
Next stop is the local brewery, FISH BEER. The poster caught my eye hours ago. For starters, it’s pretty hard to ignore a smiling bear holding a frothy beer. Plus, I remember nature documentaries, of bears scooping fish out of rivers. At least I think I do. Perhaps they add fish to the beer, to appeal to the local bears?
Once inside, we are confronted with a wall of taps. It’s great to see such variety, but I’m disappointed to learn that there is no fish in the beer, no fish anywhere. I buy a beer anyway, as I expect that everyone does. Wanna passes up the offer, as she usually does, but concedes a small sip.
Just as we are finishing up, a friendly woman comes in. We learn that she works at the local newspaper. She is interested in our story and invites us to do a radio interview, but unfortunately our train is leaving soon.
So much for being world famous in Russia. Obligingly, she pulls out her small and fiddly camera and takes a picture of us, before sending us off with the bag of fruit and vegetables she has just bought.