The Russian trip continues.
No more lists. I promise.
We arrived in Samara at 9.30 on a sunny but cold Tuesday morning. Went straight to the supermarkets and shops that are currently selling Olinda. We’ve been making a decent headway into the Samara region and its partly in thanks to Olga, our super efficient manager.
We had breakfast at a fastfood restaurant which served yet another multi origin horrid teabag. I’m not going to name brands, but it’s one of the most popular in the world, and I was shocked that they have come to this. It was a strengthless, tasteless, pointless tea.
The main point of discussion over the shop visits was which supermarket chains was about which one would declare bankruptcy next. We visited one swanky hypermarket where all the tea on the shelves was close to expiry. Nobody was supplying them goods.
And that’s the reality of doing business in Russia at the moment.
Like much of the world, Russian companies expanded by borrowing more and more based on a future of limitless growth. The banks suddenly stopped lending and many companies were kaput. We have to be super careful now about who we give our products to and that’s not a bad thing by itself either.
Over the last 3 years Russian chain shops have become super demanding in terms of money and conditions for displaying products. The tables have turned. And How. It feels good to be the one doing the demanding for a change. Some chains are so desperate for goods that they welcomed us in with open arms. Will the boot stomp as hard when its on the other foot? It’s going to be pretty hard to resist, but I’ll try.
This maybe a good time for smaller brands like us who focus on quality of the tea rather than purely on marketing budgets, as important as they are…
For the tourists – Samara is one of the Soviet cities involved in the space program. It’s a little grim, but they have the winter wonderland of the Volga. The river is supposed to be even more stunning in the summer. Everyone we met invited us of course, to do some fishing, which looks like fun, but is a bit pointless because I’m a vege.
From Samara, we drove about a 100km to Tolyatti for more meetings. On the way back, we stopped in a restaurant in a nice little wooded area for dinner. Apart from the fishing, it’s actually a bit of a tragedy to be vegetarian in Russia, spescially if you love trying new stuff like me. Most of the food, I ate there ends up being salads and potato fries and of course the pickled vegetables that end up served with the ubiquitous vodka.
Not that I’m complaining, but the Caucasian people could have had a few more vegetables than fried aubergines in their traditional diet. We did try this amazing traditional herbal tea.
At least the Vodka is vegetarian…