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Travels in Russia

KLM Rocks Across Europe!
Santa Claus in Moscow
Television Is a Time Suck
The Reality of Irrelevance
Salute Mayor Luzhkov
Impeachment Happens
I Am Not The Only One...
I'm Back! Did Ya Miss Me?
Chechnya Burning
Weddings in Winter
The Jews Are Here!
Gailyn Goes to Town
Is There a Central Bank?
Santa Barbara is Real
Nick's Thanksgiving in Russia
Den' Rozhdeniya = Birthdays
Those Crazy Expats
It's Just a Few Drops of Vodka...
Elections Are Always Rigged
The Blind Leading the Blind
Good Russian Grooms
You Say 'Boris Berezovskiy' Fast
Too Cold to Care!
Russian Oil Towns
Sneaky Siberian Tigers
Which Way is St Peterburg?
Where am I again? Oh, yeah...
I Love Me Some Vodka
It's a Gosorg Halloween
Hunger Comes to Us All
Why Don't They Just Learn English?!
Post-Crisis, Life Goes On
Is Yeltsin 'The Man'?
Murmansk - Brrrr!
Taganka Hides Her Secrects
These are Communists
It's a Power Vaccum
The Commies are Back
Propaganda is Good for You
You Better Buy Russian!
Sex Ed Soviet Style
Party over, oops outta time!
Russian Healthcare in Moscow
What Russian Financial Crisis?
YE Prices in Russia
The Hungry Duck
Russian Caviar Mafia
Magical Mushrooms
Shhhh! We're Bear Hunting
Soviet Street Scams
Bez Dollarov
A Koshka Konspiracy
On The Dacha
The Banking Implosion
Surviving Army Life
Shashleek is Steak on Steroids
Dacha Thinking
Beach Weekend
Dos Vedanya
Hello from Vladivostok
Equality Means Only She Works
Jogging is an Extreme Sport
Russians Have Reunions Too
My Folks in Massive Moscow
Better than Fireworks
Miners Are Real Men
The Russian Mafia is the Roof
No One Smiles in the CIS
One Year Anniversary
Russian Brides Rock
Laura is My St Pete Connection
Change is in the Wind
Chuck Norris' Beverly Hills Casino
The Expat Woman's Predicament
Street Food is Yummy!
Spring Flowers Make June Leavers
The Provinces Are Provincial
Ever Take an Elektrichka?
The English Invasion
Nuttin Like New Money
Rules Are Made to Break
All Black is Russian Fashion
Easter Memories = Easter Dinner
Politics, Russian Style
Theresa Tries to Russify
I Go to Gay Clubs Worldwide
I Hide on Women's Day
New & Shiny: Nizhny Novgorod
Psst! Wanna job in Moscow?
Fili Park Has All the Bootlegs
Web Page Reactions
Expat Living in Moscow is Swank
Why Are You Remonting?
They Look Like Telephones...
In Need of a Decent Hairstylist
Smashing Bottles in Red Square

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Russia, February 16, 1998

Take a Break at Dom Odaha

I went to a sanatorium but I wasn't crazy

The Beauty of Soviet Planning

My style of training sessions.

With the speed gloves, George always kept the lead
Go Speedracer!
and just his luck, he forgot his lucky sock

Those fast stops hurt!

This weekend, my division of Price Waterhouse went to a dom odaha (rest home), for the weekend. A Russian rest home is not where you send Grandma and Grandpa to chill before the long sleep, it is more like a Western spa. They are hotels with all sorts of extras, such as banyas, swimming pools, tennis, cross country skiing, games, bars, and all the usual amenities, but usually without a specific natural wonder (like a lake or ocean) nearby. Moscow has plenty of rest homes around it, but they are usually far in the countryside.

Russian spa is for relaxing, nothing else. There are no meeting rooms like the West. There are no conventions, annual meetings, or business related activity even though most company employees go to a spa together. The workers are there to rest and party with their co-workers, not work. This is an odd notion to Westerners, and PW made a few employees mad when it tried to have the retreat as a long training session like any such activity would contain in the West.

I really enjoyed our trip to the spa this weekend. My friend Theresa, who was visiting me from Florida, came along, as did most employee's friends and families. She and I spent a day playing in the snow, a new activity for two Floridians, making snowman, slides, and mayhem. We did run into a strange problem. In a country with snow six months of the year, no one had heard of snowshoes. I asked all my Russian co-workers, the spa employees, and the expats. The Russians didn't even understand why I would want to walk on the snow, and the expats had never seen snowshoes here at all. I don't think there is even a word for them in Russian.

Sunday the expats spent the morning sledding. As most of us are from England, with a few random Americans, sledding was a new activity for us. We had a great time racing down the hills on high-tech sleds (or sledges as the English called them), as the photos show, and we spent the afternoon (and the next day) recovering from the morning's fun.

I can't wait for our next trip to the dom odaha!

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