I'm afraid I have no photos of Moscow for you. By this time I was just enjoying being there. My friend took photos and I have access to them but I don't think I should use her photos here. Our first view of Moscow was, of course, from the boat. First we came across residential apartments. We had a bus tour around the city during the day. All along the whole holiday we had included trips with the price of the holiday and optional trips. This first night in Moscow an optional trip on the Metro was planned, which would take place in the late evening, getting back to the boat at midnight. I like my bed and at first decided to have a night in. I have to be careful that I get enough sleep or I can get mood swings. However later in the day someone in the party dropped out of the trip and I was asked again if I would like to go. I am so glad I said "Yes." It was a bit daunting going to the Metro as we were told the escalators could be much faster than we were used to. Our guide told us to spread out along the platform and not queue in a line and to step straight onto the train in whichever door opened in front of us. Also he would indicate how many stops before we got out with his fingers. This was a little alarming to a country bumpkin like me but everything went smoothly. The purpose of all this was to see the amazing palaces that form the Metro. Some were beautifully decorated with stained glass panes, some with mosaic pictures depicting the achievements of the soviet era. There were pictures of people in national costume. The was one military scene including General Kutosov who defeated Napoleon. There were chandeliers. All was bright and clean and there was no damage to the pictures. Someone asked why this was the case and our guide, Sergei said,"Why would people damage it, it belongs to them. You wouldn't damage your own living room." There was a great sense that people took pride in their country.
First of all thanks to Fat Prophet for your interest. I see from your blog you are having trouble commenting. To get back to my assessed service. Criticism albeit constructive is harder for some to take than others. I felt a little crushed after my assessed service but then remembered I had recorded it on my dictaphone. I listened to it all through and although my assessors were quite right about me speaking a little quickly and rushing from item to item, I was actually very pleased with the content of my sermon and how I presented it. So I have decided to take heart. I highly recommend other trainees to record your services. You can hear your good points and your bad and there is no argument about it, it is all caught on the recorder.
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