Local buses clearly were not equipped to handle international travelers because there was absolutley nowhere to put our bags. Conor ended up with his pack on his lap and mine completely blocked the aisle.
We had booked our hostel ahead of time (Godzilla Hostel) and followed the crazy directions through town – they were very much “over the river and through the woods,” taking us around buildings, down dirt and cobblestone hills, along rivers and through fields.
But we eventually found it and it was far nicer than we expected. (Think brand new, few guests, in-suite bathrooms and heated floors, ahhh).
The town itself was down-right charming! Wood-lace designs surrounding every window, old couples meandering the quiet streets and churches seemingly at every corner. It was onion dome heaven.
The town sits on top of hill and looks out over vast fields, a river, churches and a convent.
No much goes on in town as there are only a handful of restaurants, one bar and mead tasting hall. But after the speed and congestion of Moscow, it was a welcome change.
