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Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 272 [11 December 2020]<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Published: 11 December 2020 ~ Hotel Tchaikovsky Kaliningrad is Nothing to Sneeze at<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Psychological problems resulting not from contracting Covid-19 but from the social prohibitions orchestrated and, in some instances, enforced in the name of spread containment and personal safety appear to have affected some people more than it has others. Indeed, scientists and health professionals alike, not to mention conspiracy theorists, postulate that \u2018extreme measures\u2019 such as lockdown and diminished social interaction have had and are having serious adverse effects on the mental-emotional well-being of a large cohort of people who feel that they have better things to do than imprison themselves in their respective homes playing John Wankerson\u2019s Clueless<\/em><\/a> for the rest of their unnatural lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diary of a Self-isolating Englishman in Kaliningrad
Previous articles:<\/strong>
Article 1: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 1 [20 March 2020]<\/a>
Article 2: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 6 [25 March 2020]<\/a>
Article 3: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 7 [26 March 2020]<\/a>
Article 4: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 9 [28 March 2020]<\/a>
Article 5: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 10 [29 March 2020]<\/a>
Article 6: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 16 [4 April 2020]<\/a>
Article 7: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 19 [7 April 2020]<\/a>
Article 8: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 35 [23 April 2020]<\/a>
Article 9: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 52 [10 May 2020]<\/a>
Article 10: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 54 [12 May 2020]<\/a>
Article 11: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 65 [23 May 2020]<\/a>
Article 12: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 74 [1 June 2020]<\/a>
Article 13: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 84 [11 June 2020]<\/a>
Article 14: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 98 [25 June 2020]<\/a>
Article 15: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 106 [3 July 2020]<\/a>
Article 16: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 115 [12 July 2020]<\/a>
Article 17: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 138 [30 July 2020]<\/a>
Article 18: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 141 [2 August 2020]<\/a>
Article 19: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 169 [30 August 2020]<\/a>
Article 20: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 189 [19 September 2020]<\/a>
Article 21: Diary of a Self-isolator: Day 209: [9 October 2020]<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Speaking for myself, the restrictions, self-imposed by \u2018informed guidelines\u2019 and\/or edict, have left me bamboozled (What\u2019s that? You\u2019ve never experience it? You don\u2019t know what you are missing? Vote Labour and find out!), the puzzle being, am I really responding as I perceive I should be to the exigencies of the pandemic or, as time goes by (good song that!), have I allowed my guard to slip?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, I know, here I go again, getting myself into a mucking fuddle about whether my coronavirus precaution corollary justifies me calling myself a bona fide self-isolator. I would like to think that the ambiguity is simply a matter of semantics ~ self-isolator, social-distancer, reluctant mask-wearer, anti-social misanthropist using coronavirus as an excuse to hermiticise myself, whatever ~ but the crux of the question is, are divergencies allowed? Does one have to be an either\/or? Either self-isolating or not self-isolating? Or can one be self-isolating some of the time but not others? A sort of part-time self-isolator or one on day release?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For example, given the reported rising tide of coronavirus cases, I am still inclined to err on the side of caution, and, in fact, I continue to do so by resisting all temptation to frequent the bars and licensed premises that I would normally have patronised a couple of times a month was it not for coronavirus. Whilst this inexcusable retreat is as injurious to Kaliningrad\u2019s hospitality trade as the decision to close or restrict the opening hours of pubs has been to the UK\u2019s equivalent, I have worked out, even with the handicap of a Grade 9 CSE in maths, that from a purely economic standpoint my bar-patronising reticence has put a smile on the face of my piggy bank.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, as I have confessed in previous posts, my self-inflicted isolation falls somewhat short of perfect and, insofar as restricted social contact is concerned, I know of a number of people who are far holier than thy in their fastidious observation of the social distancing rule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are occasions when it is not impossible but is still difficult to swerve in the opposite direction to the norms and mores that bind us, where, just as it was in the pre-coronavirus age, we find ourselves obliged to proceed in a manner not entirely in keeping with our own convictions, and, at such times, are compelled, I am afraid to say, to throw caution to the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus, it came to pass, a few weeks ago, that a strong gust in the form of a birthday celebration and the traditional expectations that such engenders, whipped my caution away like an unstuck toup\u00e9e, and I found myself faced for the first time in umpteen Covid months with the arguably risky prospect of dining and drinking out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hotel Tchaikovsky Kaliningrad <\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The occasion was my wife\u2019s mother\u2019s 80th<\/sup> birthday. We had discussed with her how she wanted to celebrate this milestone in her life, and she had shown great favour in the suggestion of going to a restaurant. The idea was that three other friends of hers, roughly of the same age group, would join us, all of whom at the outset expressed an interest in doing so. However, come closer to the day, as news began to percolate of escalating Covid cases, one by one these friends dropped out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Admittedly, their example made me think that perhaps it would be best if we followed suit and instead of the restaurant settle upon a quiet celebration at home, but my wife\u2019s mother remained unphased. She still wanted us all ~ what there was left of us ~ to go to the restaurant, and so the restaurant it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My wife, Olga, had chosen the Hotel Tchaikovsky as the venue. Hotel dining rooms tend normally to be less populated than restaurants per se, so I could see the logic in this. Of course, going anywhere without first strapping on our muzzles would have been so 2019 don\u2019t you think? And as I had not dined in a restaurant for quite some considerable time, I found myself wondering how exactly one would be able to eat one\u2019s food with a mask slapped about one\u2019s kisser?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As my wife\u2019s mother is in her 80th<\/sup> year, walking, cycling or running to the restaurant were less obvious options than taking a taxi. I remember the time when travelling by taxi was looked upon as an innocent luxury as well as the best expedient, but in the coronavirus age taxis, as with every other mode of transport requiring third-party involvement, is where the risk-taking starts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hotel Tchaikovsky Kaliningrad <\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The Hotel Tchaikovsky is situated on a K\u00f6nigsberg street, which backs onto the city\u2019s Zoo. It was a cold, wet and inhospitable evening, so my observations of the hotel\u2019s exterior were minimalised by the need to get inside. There, it was light, charming and warm. Not only that, but there was something, whilst not exactly \u2018decidedly\u2019, vintage going on. In the hallway leading to the main reception, an impressive array of old suitcases had been stacked, two rows and several high, the uppermost cases garnished with clocks, and there was an upright parlour piano standing in the corridor. Vintage was going on at the same time as something almost antique, and also almost classical, as reflected in the reproduction 19th<\/sup> century furniture, impressive walnut servery and glass chandelier-style ceiling pendants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Something vintage this way comes: the reception room at the Hotel Tchaikovsky in Kaliningrad, Russia<\/strong><\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Even with the threat of coronavirus hanging over us like the proverbial Sword of Damocles, I was still able to take this in, whilst applying disinfectant to my mitts from one of those pump-action dispensers, which had been strategically placed on a small console table prior to the dining-room entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The hotel dining room consisted of two rooms, which was handy Andy, as between each there was a pair of glazed French Window-style doors, which kept things bright and airy whilst enabling the hotel management to comply quite handsomely with coronavirus distancing rules.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first room had one engaged table, a family gathering, the adult occupants of which glanced apprehensively at us as we strolled in, passing within millimetres of their social distancing space. But they need not have stressed themselves. Two waitresses in regulation mask attire were ushering us courteously but firmly and swiftly into the adjoining room, where there was nobody else but us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Since every table was unoccupied, it made the task of choosing where to sit virtually impossible. Each and every location was appraised and, by the time we had settled for the seats in the window, I felt as if we had sat everywhere else simultaneously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The window seats turned out to be the perfect coronavirus cubby hole. They were literally seats, together with a table, placed inside the special dimensions rendered possible by a rectangular bay window, and being given to private corners of this type, I would have chosen to have sat here even if coronavirus was not half the threat that we have been led to believe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, we sat down, Olga\u2019s mother done up to the nines, sporting her best jewellery and looking far more relaxed than we could ever be, even though every other table was only almost occupied by us and nobody else. We had no beef and Yorkshire pudding with that; only Olga\u2019s mum seemed disappointed that the rest of Kaliningrad was not in the same room. I do wish that she had not said as we entered the restaurant, \u201cThere\u2019s not many people here. It can\u2019t be that popular\u201d. But if you cannot insult the hotel management on your 80th<\/sup> birthday, when can you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was about this time, as we were sat there, in the bay window, with only us and our reflections as company, that I heard the ghostly voice of my long dead auntie Ivy saying, \u201cHold hard, Michael!\u201d (How I wished she could have used a different expression!), \u201cWhat about the cutlery and glasses?\u201d And she was right, we had not brought those antiseptic wipes with us for nothing! So, out they jolly well came, and yours truly set to with a vengeance wiping the wipes around the ends of the eating implements and around the rims of the glasses. That should do the trick! ~ none of us believed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were alone long enough for me to talk myself into the fallacy that I was still, technically, self-isolating, when a young waiter-me-lad appeared, wearing his mask in a Constructivist fashion. He took our order and scooted off to the kitchen. This was the real test, I thought: kitchen and kitchen staff coronavirus cleanliness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is quite frankly amazing how a couple of swift glasses of vino can transform melodrama into maladits<\/em> (perfection!). By the time the waiter reappeared, bringing with him my vegetarian dish and Olga and Olga\u2019s mum\u2019s meaty options, apprehension had almost completely given way to restaurant rhapsody. The wine was excellent, if not a tad expensive, and we would soon discover that the food at the Hotel Tchaikovsky was crisp, fresh, first class and delicious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With such culinary conviviality going down, and Olga having ordered three glasses of apricot brandy, which was sympatico, Covid, or rather the morbid dread of Covid, had been well and truly kicked up the arse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somewhere, at some time, during the indulgences, auntie Ivy had spoken again, and, in compliance, I had whipped out the wipes and shot them around the brandy glass rims, but no repeat performance was forthcoming as regards dessert spoons and later the shot glasses brimming with vodka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hotel Tchaikovsky Kaliningrad is Nothing to Sneeze at<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Amidst all of this post-normal abandon and frivolity, a couple had come into the room and were occupying a table to the outside right of ours. They were over a metre away, so niet problem<\/em> there then, but suddenly, with no warning, quite out of the blue, Olga\u2019s mum developed a sneezing fit! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first rendition had my head shoot round at a nervous pace. There was a pause, and there it was again, a second sneeze! I shot a glance at our neighbours. It was alright, they had not noticed it or, if they had, they had not reacted. I think they were secretly restraining themselves, preferring a diplomatic reaction to demonstrative rebuff. Then came another sneeze, then another and another, during which the potential recipients of this respiratory outrage had begun to look rather less comfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first, I had tried to placate their unease in that embarrassed way that we English do, by giving them an insouciant smile, which, by the second eruption, however, had tightened itself into a gritty-toothed grin. Meanwhile, Olga\u2019s mum was holding a tissue to her nose, as if it was a white flag, but the performance was not yet over. There came a sneeze, and another, and within seconds ~ it must have been the wine ~ I was doubling up with a fit of the giggles. I did not know what to do. I would have put on my mask, but it was not big enough to hide behind, and yet I felt certain that in the current climate of fear and dread we would be frog marched out at any moment by several men in protective suits armed with pump-action spray guns and there, in the carpark, disinfected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crisis past, however, as crises often do, without further ado or incident, and the young waiter, who had obviously taken cover behind the bulky servery or piano in the corridor, now emerged not with the carafe of vodka that we had ordered earlier but with three of those nice tall glasses which hold a lot of vodka. It had been I who had suggested the carafe since the vodka was all for me, and I thought it would look better, would make me look less of a lush, presented in this fashion. But I ended up with three large glasses in front of me and the most surprised, amused and delighted look on the face of the youthful waiter ~ well, let us rephrase that and say in his eyes, as I could not see his face for one of those blasted muzzles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was just getting into my drinking stride when out came one of the senior staff to inform us that the witching hour was nigh. Apparently, coronavirus has got a thing about infecting you after 9pm, so they had to close the restaurant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With about five minutes left at my disposal, I had to down three big glasses of vodka as if I was a real Russian vodka drinker, instead of a sipperoonee anglichanin<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Apart from the hurried exit, which was no fault of the management as they were just following orders, we all agreed that the service, fare and atmosphere had been top notch. It was a shame about the sneezing and Olga\u2019s mum\u2019s last words as we ambled off the premises, \u201cThere wasn\u2019t a lot of people. It can\u2019t be that popular.\u201d Well, if you can\u2019t say that on your 80th<\/sup> birthday, when can you say it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The toilets in the Hotel Tchaikovsky, Kaliningrad, are atmospherically located in the basement of the building. The arched red-brick ceiling and walls are exposed in all their original glory, and the loo interior has been sympathetically constructed to preserve and highlight its historic ethos. Note the copper-bowl washbasin, matching distressed-framed mirror and the reflection in it of the no-longer distressed Englishman, who had just downed his first glass of vodka.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

For a self-isolating experience with a difference, including good food, good wine, good apricot brandy, good vodka (in tall glasses) in an elegant ambience and with good service, dine out at the Tchaikovsky Hotel, Kaliningrad.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Essential details:<\/strong>\u2764\u2764<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hotel Tchaikovsky
<\/strong>43 Tchaikovskogo Street
Kaliningrad, Russia<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tel:<\/strong>\u00a0+7 (4012) 67-44-43
Email:<\/strong> reception@tchaikovskyhotel.ru<\/a>
Web:<\/strong> https:\/\/ageevgroup.ru\/hotels\/tchaikovsky\/<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Copyright \u00a9 2018-2021 Mick Hart. All rights reserved.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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