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Scenes from the Russian Room and Soviet Walk. An area of Koots that resembles a mini museum, but is only open when the place gets busy enough on Fridays and Saturdays.
Half sisters Kalinova and Soviet Song at Kirtlington Stud.
Soviet Song, 8 year-old multiple Group 1 winning mare, is in foal to Oasis Dream.
Kalinova, 3 year-old unraced filly, is in foal to Singspiel.
The Tango class was the NATO reporting name of a class of diesel-electric submarines that were built in the Soviet Union to replace the Foxtrot-class submarines assigned to the Black Sea and Northern Fleets. The Soviet designation of this class was Project 641B and it was also known as the Som (Catfish) class. The first of the class was completed in 1972 at Gorky. A total of 18 were built in two slightly different versions. The later type was several metres longer than the first, possibly because of the installation of ASW missile equipment.
The bow sonar installations appear to be similar to those fitted to Soviet nuclear attack submarines. The propulsion plant was the same as the last subgroup of the Foxtrot class. The Tango class had far more battery capacity, far higher than any previous conventional submarine class in the Soviet Navy; as a result, pressure hull volume increased. This allowed an underwater endurance in excess of a week before snorkeling was required.
Coupled with new armament and sensor fit, the Tango class were ideal for ambush operations against Western nuclear submarines at natural chokepoints.
Because of its all-hull rubber coating, the sub class was nicknamed "rezinka" (rubber)
Construction of this class has now stopped. One unit remains in the Black Sea Fleet but it may have been decommissioned since 2010.
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We have no idea what this place was being used for, but consistent with the general Soviet paranoia the huge doors had been fortified with concrete. On one of them there's a greeting to Edgar Savisaar.
We were sternly warned NOT to take pictures of Soviet ships or anything at all while in the harbor. But I thought it was so cool to see a real "Russian" ship that I dashed to my cabin and, sweating and shaking, nervously held the camera up to the porthole only to get this messy photo. You can't even make out the hammer and sickle on the stack. And I was so nervous for days afterwards that I had been seen and would eventually get into big trouble.
The Egyptians were serious about these things. They apologized for any inconvenience in advance but still maintained a steady pace of what someone called "depth charges" in a random pattern all over the harbor, day and night. It was a security issue to deter enemy (Israeli) frogmen. They were so loud and when one went off close to the ship, it sounded like somebody hit the hull with a huge sledgehammer.
At breakfast as the explosions continued, one went off right next to the ship sending a column of water up higher than our ship was tall. It scared us but then everybody started clapping. It was quite a show.