Photos: Vitebsk - picasa
So, on Saturday
(29th March) we woke up early and headed for the train station and departed to
Vitebsk (RUS: Витебск). The journey takes around 4, 5 hours. This was my first
time on these (for me) retro-looking and adorable trains. It was love
at the first sight. You can transform the seats into beds and you can have a
nice rest while you reach your destination.
Before
boarding, you have to show your ticket and your documents for the conductor.
There is one conductor per each cabin. He or she is the one who is responsible
for the „well-being” of the cabin, thus it is better to approach them kindly.
Each conductor has a leather case, where they keep the tickets (each bed/seat
has its numbered case) and just before you have to get off, they give the
ticket back to you. This way they can keep track of the people.
You can “rent”
bedlinen for ~1 EUR, which you have to remove and give back at the end of you
journey. I have one of my sleeping bags with me, so I didn’t take the
opportunity to try them.
Opposite me a
nice old lady sat on the train, with whom we had a nice chat. She was just very
friendly and really flattered that we spoke in Russian.
We arrived to
Vitebsk around 13.10. We then set out to explore the city.
Vitebsk is a
small city in Eastern Belarus, with a population of ~ 360.000. According to a legend, Princess Olga of Kiev was so baffled by the beauty of the hill at
the junction of the two rivers, Dvina and Vitba, that she ordered a city to be
founded in that post. This town is today Vitebsk. Due to the popularity of the
legend, 974 is the official year of
foundation of the city.
Throughout
history, Vitebsk has suffered great losses and damages due to different wars
and battles (e.g. Northern Wars, WWII, etc.).
The city was
annexed by Russia in 1772, which
brought some improvements, but when Napoleon
invaded the county in 1812, Vitebsk
was in the line of the march to Moscow. The city was the scene of some bloody
battles. Napoleon established his HQ in the Governor’s Palace. It can be
visited today. It is where he held his 43th birthday.
At the end of
the 19th century Vitebsk had a revival and became a city of arts and
culture. Among others, Marc Chagall
himself lived in Vitebsk for a while.
The World Wars brought just further
deprivation. In both wars a military garrison was established at the city and
there were some fierce fights. In WWII the Germans established a huge garrison
and the locals were brutally repressed. The Red Army returned to reclaim the
city and thus Vitebsk has seen one of the bloodiest of battles. Only 15 main
buildings and 186 civilians survived.
Today Vitebsk
is most known for being the cultural capital and each year the popular Slavianski Bazaar takes place there, a
popular summer festival.
This one day
was enough to see the main sites of the city. First we took a look at a huge monument (you will see on the pics),
again a typical Soviet-style one. It
commemorates all the heroes of the city. Next to the memorial we found a Soviet-style
playground. There are many weapons
of artillery on display, with tanks, helicopters and other vehicles. Children
were playing all over them. One funny scene was, when 2 boys tried to start the
propeller of one of the helicopters.
After this we
walked around in the centre and what seemed to be the main street. We peeped in
one of the enormous Orthodox churches. On the main, touristy street
we found a nice, older man, who was selling all kinds of old relics. There were
a tremendous amount of pins, old coins and banknotes. We were given many gifts
and we purchased some interesting and unique pieces of history, e.g. Postcards,
pins.
After lunch we
just walked around. We went to Chagall Museum, then to the City Hall and saw the exhibition about WWII. It was quite interesting.
Later, in the evening we found the house, where Marc Chagall lived. It was
getting cold, so we returned to the train station and waited for our night
train.
It was my first
time ever on a night train. Couldn’t have been better. I felt like lying on a massage
bed. Slowly I was shaken to sleep…
We were woken
up at 5.30 AM. The train arrived around 6 at Minsk.
More adventures
to follow!
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Source:
Nigel Roberts: Belaurs
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