To queue or not to queue?

Its impossible to ignore the Kremlin when you are in Moscow, only by its sheer size you cannot miss it. However there is another way you cannot miss it and that is the line of people waiting to buy a ticket to get in. Joy Joy, today I got familiar with this old Soviet ritual, standing in the in a line, with minus 15 degrees to visit something that seems to be popular but remains kind of a secret.

It only took 50 minutes to get very close to the ticket office when they announced that the tickets were sold out for the morning part... and it will resell tickets for the afternoon only one hour before the opening. This meant that I queued for nothing and I needed to come back again?? Well it turned out that you can still visit the Kremlin but just the basic tour. Basic tour it will be than!

The expedition walked down the stairs to join yet another line but this time to get in. After having waited for a while and walked in a circle it turned out that this was not the right line...ahhh The correct line was opposite and of equal importance. Finally, after having been searched the Kremlin is there to grab. Well, you need first to walk a bit but after one and half hour of waiting this is the fun part. The Kremlin square is basically a huge square with many different types of churches and offices buildings, some can be visited and others cannot. The advantage of visiting a church is often overrated but today the inside of a warm church was a great thing to be visited. Inside, I slowly recuperated some of my body parts and had a look at the walls of this church. Strangely there was no part of the wall that wasn’t decorated with a saint or holy fellow. It seemed that the Italian architect was instructed to use as much paint and images as he wanted and clearly he wanted a lot! Heading outside to appreciate the big square the wind soon sliced my face as a fresh carpaccio and my ears were trying to hide inside my head.

The place was actually not what I expected at all, I really was thinking of huge long walls with pictures of the presidents and soviet heroes but now I was looking at golden tops of churches that, Thank God, were well heated.
One strange thing that didn’t really make sense was the entrance and exit of each building, they were both the same and generally not bigger than 50 centimetres. Try squeezing a fur coated rather large grandma through this with a bone stack of Dutch man on the other side...not very pretty!

Today I had my fair share of lines to wait in and the expedition moved to the Boscobar for a nice coffee and cake, of course we just needed to wait to get in...typical!