Part one of Passport's guide to Moscow's favorite - Passport magazine
Part one of Passport's guide to Moscow's favorite - Passport magazine
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After a longer<br />
than anticipated siesta, I head out<br />
in<strong>to</strong> the evening. I take a taxi up <strong>to</strong> the city viewing<br />
platform and look out across Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k. The air is mild<br />
and damp and the city looks very different at night. The lit windows<br />
in the city’s <strong>to</strong>wer blocks make them look like electronic<br />
circuit boards. The twinkling lights around the lower reaches <strong>of</strong><br />
the city’s hills are like necklaces draped around dark necks.<br />
The next morning I walk the streets close <strong>to</strong> the harbor. Here,<br />
less than a century ago, people <strong>of</strong> all nations lived, worked and<br />
traded. Indeed, it seems that Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k then, and perhaps still<br />
now, has more similarities with a city such as Hong Kong than<br />
Moscow. At <strong>one</strong> point in its his<strong>to</strong>ry, the majority <strong>of</strong> inhabitants<br />
were <strong>of</strong> Chinese and Korean origin, mainly due <strong>to</strong> the fact that<br />
these nationalities were responsible for the construction <strong>of</strong> the<br />
city. While these nationalities were removed during the Soviet<br />
era, it is clear that they have returned since perestroika.<br />
I walk down ulitsa Aleutskaya that runs alongside the port and<br />
come <strong>to</strong> House 15, where Yuliy Borisovich Brynner was born,<br />
later <strong>to</strong> become the bald-headed ac<strong>to</strong>r Yul Brynner, famed for<br />
his roles as the King <strong>of</strong> Siam in The King & I and in classic movies<br />
such The Magnificent Seven. His father was a Swiss trader, his<br />
mother Russian. Yul made it <strong>to</strong> Hollywood via Harbin in China<br />
and Paris. The building next <strong>to</strong> Yul’s house is also connected <strong>to</strong><br />
Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k’s past; it housed the <strong>of</strong>fices <strong>of</strong> The East India Trading<br />
Company. Indeed, after the revolution started, many countries<br />
landed troops in Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k <strong>to</strong> protect their citizens and interests,<br />
and the city only fell <strong>to</strong> the Red Army on Oc<strong>to</strong>ber 25, 1922,<br />
signalling the end <strong>to</strong> the Civil War.<br />
As I walk along Ulitsa Aleutskaya, I realize that there is a<br />
distinct lack <strong>of</strong> advertising billboards here in Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k. Perhaps<br />
these port dwelling traders are more savvy than Moscow’s<br />
inhabitants, or perhaps they just have less m<strong>one</strong>y. As I<br />
look at the boats in the port, I notice something even stranger<br />
– the flags that are flying on the four navy destroyers in dock<br />
look remarkably similar <strong>to</strong> the American Confederate Flag <strong>of</strong><br />
the southern states, the “Stars & Bars” or “Rebel Flag”.<br />
In the afternoon I take a cab <strong>to</strong> Sportivnaya Harbor <strong>to</strong> visit a fish<br />
market I have been <strong>to</strong>ld <strong>one</strong> can buy a huge array <strong>of</strong> freshly caught<br />
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and cooked shellfish. On arrival it is obvious that this is a <strong>favorite</strong><br />
place for locals <strong>to</strong> come <strong>to</strong> at the weekend <strong>to</strong>o. Groups <strong>of</strong> teenagers<br />
and young families promenade along the waterfront while dodgy<br />
looking young men in low-rider style Toyota Crowns with over-sized<br />
wheels sit listening <strong>to</strong> music that blares from their open windows.<br />
Others sit and drink beer in the late afternoon sun. I s<strong>to</strong>p at <strong>one</strong> <strong>of</strong> the<br />
many stalls with a set <strong>of</strong> scales and piles <strong>of</strong> shellfish and buy a selection<br />
<strong>of</strong> Kamchatka crab, king prawns and some small crayfish, all at a<br />
fraction <strong>of</strong> their cost in Moscow, before finding a space among the<br />
other diners sitting on the wood benches provided. The seafood is<br />
literally out <strong>of</strong> this world, and I decide <strong>to</strong> buy two more crabs <strong>to</strong> take<br />
with me for my train journey north <strong>to</strong> Khabarovsk.<br />
As I make my way <strong>to</strong> the train station I realize I am not ready <strong>to</strong><br />
leave this unique Russian city. I have been here for less than 36 hours<br />
– time enough <strong>to</strong> get a feel for the city, but not long enough <strong>to</strong> feel<br />
ready <strong>to</strong> leave. It is a city like no other I have been <strong>to</strong> in Russia – full <strong>of</strong><br />
vitality, diversity and people with a pi<strong>one</strong>ering spirit. Since its founding,<br />
Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k has played an important role in the his<strong>to</strong>ry <strong>of</strong> Russia,<br />
and I strongly suspect it will continue <strong>to</strong> do so. P<br />
Travel Info<br />
Aer<strong>of</strong>lot flies daily <strong>to</strong> Vladivos<strong>to</strong>k. If you book well in advance, flights are in the<br />
region <strong>of</strong> 13,500 rubles return. Alternatively, if you have time on your hands you<br />
could take the slower, more scenic route on the Trans Siberian train.<br />
July 2009<br />
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