March 20, 2010
Food shopping in Moscow- A Journey into hell.
The experience is really horrible, shopping carts everywhere, people of all shapes and sizes and smells, pushing and shoving their way round the shop. There are no traffic lights or give way signs for shopping carts, no road rules, so its a clash of the titans, a shopping cart road duel, Who will give way? Who will move out the way to let me pass with my cart? Carts crash head-on sending passengers flying over the edge. A lemon or packet of rice becomes, another road victim in a shopping cart accident on a Saturday, at Auchan in Moscow. The casualties of shopping cart crash accidents are many, just statistics in an overcrowded hypermarket. The backs of my legs and heels bloodied and bruised from endless bumps, I make my way to the long check-out ques. A man tries to go in front of me with his cart, our angry eyes lock, mental imaginary knives are drawn, who will back down? Luckily he does and we que in silence, blood boiling.
The only sound that can be heard is the endless echoing bleeps of check-out machines scanning the shopping items, bleep, bleep, bleep. When you finally stack up your cart with bags of shopping and head for the doors, you feel like you have escaped from a sinking ship. You exit the sliding doors blinking into the gray Moscow light, breathing in the car fumes, just happy to be outside, free until the next shopping trip excursion next month.
P.S Language: Shopping "carts" aka shopping "trolleys" UK/American English.