This is Peter, baby! Part 3

Hello, cheeky!)))) Shall we continue?)))

I think that morning we were like heroes such American small-town movie about 2 girls who by chance, from some remote ranch with zazhopinsky settlement somehow mysteriously ended up in Las Vegas... Picture is complemented by joyfully singing out of the speakers, Jay-Z and Alicia Keys – Empire State Of Mind (New York). Better than you can imagine...

Beauty everywhere? Or is it energy starat? Even if the pin is still somehow beautiful! Got to the Hostel at the St. Petersburg island of bad luck, parked and went to look for the exit door. Before leaving I read that often tourists come and find the entrance to the Hostel can not. Asked in Moscow counterpart to get the Agency in the event of our sudden disorientation in space, but colleagues are colleagues, they all seem garbage, but I like prokurennom tourist, especially one who has repeatedly lost and which after a long night road will want to at least crawl into bed, not to mention how to get into it, know that it is easier to stock up in advance the necessary information during the call, because it is always much faster and more efficient. She was still, she managed to "pinch" contagious smacking in my sleep while I'm on the track to compete with trucks. And here's the background on everything that happened, and it happened, when we have not found the door to the long-awaited "Narnia", I was traditionally pronounced crown and not so favorite phrase:
-Well, I told you!- crossed over his chest, concocted the unhappy face and slid his leg on the pavement.
Received in response to the control head:
-Oh, everything!

The brain, it should be noted, I had already completely turned off. I unsubscribed to a friend that we lost Hostel and meeting again postponed for an indefinite period of time, and already, for crying out loud, I wanted to see. Strawberry by nature being very impatient, so usually need all at once right here and right now! Probably for this simple reason the brain goes into emergency mode and began to give faint signs of life in the cranial box, there has been some half-dead stir and the light appeared brilliant idea: to look at the Town map with the location of the shelter of my colleagues for the next 3 nights.

In my head something meeeeeeeeee rattled. Though I topographical cretinism usually do not suffer, but that morning, like a real girl, stood and slowly turned to hand the phone in order to more clearly understand their position in space and compare it with the map.
-Caramba!- I cried out, raising both hands to heaven as the best Brazilian TV series, labeling their outrage, and then pointing to an inconspicuous door 50 meters away from us. -To my! Follow me!- stretching out his hand, I confidently pointed the direction, simultaneously depicting Lenin on the armored car.

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Wait until the colleague opens the door sleepy Concierge with a feeling of accomplishment passed it from hand to hand and went through the half-empty St. Petersburg courtyards, overcoming the fear of tottering piles trezveyuschy Gopnik.
-There's your cultural capital!

When they reached the car, I felt the power of the second breath, and said to his Friend the Stranger that go happily turned on the GPS. The fun lasted exactly until the moment when the Navigator refused to draw a route to the long-awaited beds, and overlaid me "bricks"...
-You wanted adventure? Suck it in!
At first I thought I go haywire on the Internet, but then I remembered the catch phrase: "This is Peter, baby!" Bridges lit... loomed On the horizon, the quest called "Get with Vasilievsky island and don't fall asleep"!

Without hesitation, I, remembering their European adventure looked wonderful "Google compass" and not finding it, remembered how previously traveled with paper maps. Actually, at my age, memory is sometimes fuzzy, so remember more than two or three intersections for me is science fiction. And therefore... therefore chosen "through one place"...

By the time I got to the closest bridge leading to the mainland, it was reduced and the Navigator happily chirped native Dimkinoy voice!
-Two hundred meters turn left!
Cheers, God damn it.

Plaintively want to complain, go on Yandex-Navigator in St. Petersburg — is a separate quest! Safely prosure just mentioned Dimon turn, I instead directly to go along the curve of the embankment to the bed, sped away to the city! And, you know, haven't looked... Comfortable sprawled in the chair, I slowly crawled through an unfamiliar St. Petersburg paths-the paths of silly and smiling all in a row, considering the dreamy dawn of the yellow-blue sky white cloud pen... I ruthlessly crushed a huge chunk of euphoria... After many years I got to Peter! And, Oh Yes! I will awake Polonikeman! On the face were visible some signs of schizophrenia enchanting, relaxing love and a complete absence of any hint of intelligence... For the full picture is not enough current from the corner of his mouth saliva... but with such a "cocktail" on the face in the morning I rolled on a jaunty machine flowered, occasionally suffering inappropriate behavior in waking the St. Petersburg traffic. Navigator, damn it guys, and, well, and figs!

This is Peter, baby! Part 1
This is Peter, baby! Part 2

Today was humanim, but I was not discouraged!))))