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The Eye of Siberia

January 26th, 2010

When doing some research for our Baikal excursion this gem was found; “under Russian conditions nothing is easier than getting to Olkhon Island.” Once a price for the ride had been negotiated and the other passengers had shown up this proved accurate.  For the next seven hours we watched as the scenery changed from city to industry and finally to beautiful taiga countryside.

There is a paradox in Siberia that nature is so overwhelming and extensive that the industry using these resources is very dirty.  As though to make itself known in a setting that would otherwise be uninterested.  A particularly striking image was an actual river of smoke from a single factory.  Perfectly clear sky marred by a brown line twisting away to where the blue was met by the grassland. Read the rest of this entry »

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I got visas on the brain

January 12th, 2010

There are those that say that you travel to discover the truth about yourself.  If that is the case then it is probably time to accept that getting to departure points on time, if that time is early in the morning, is a major weakness.  With each breath showing prominently in the frozen morning air we are running down ul. Timiryazeva with about two minutes to cover the final couple of kilometres to the bus station.  It seems unlikely we will make it.

A good portion of the blame for this can be attributed to one of the most ridiculous traffic jams I have ever seen.  All the trolley bus had to accomplish was a left turn off ul. Lenina and we would be in plenty of time to find the correct shuttle to Olkhon.  But trying to get across Dzerzhinskogo everything ground to a halt.  With traffic from every direction somehow all in the intersection at once there was suddenly nowhere for anyone to go.  This Gordian knot only pulled tighter as any time an inch of space appeared those nearest would rush to fill it instead of being patient and letting the one or two vehicles out that would unravel the whole mess. Read the rest of this entry »

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Where Anthony Makes An Appearance

October 3rd, 2009

It is quite easy to spot other backpackers on the trans-Siberian.  Even as out of practise as we have been through lack of opportunity these past few weeks.  So while waiting for 11:15pm to roll around it is a nice surprise to see a young guy come into the waiting hall and stand beside his green pack.  The ability to differentiate is possible because locals travel in one of three ways.  No luggage at all or maybe an overnight bag.  Even if the journey is nearly two days long.  Otherwise they will be lugging one of those ungainly square rice bags, the largest size only.  Or else it may be a collection of string tied boxes.  Rarely a suitcase and never a backpack.  So Anthony, for this was his name, really stood out.  A Scot who lives in Northern Ireland as we found out in the preliminary conversation.  Then our train was finally announced but we would see him again soon enough as he was booked into the same Irkutsk hostel.  Yes a hostel, and we know where it is.  This time was going to be easy. Read the rest of this entry »

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A video introduction to life in platscart.

September 8th, 2009

Courtesy of Rdoc

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Joyous Nature

September 7th, 2009

Krasnoyarsk is a place that makes itself very hard to like.  The buildings are dour and the sky has not changed its dark gray complexion.  Most likely because of the continuous smoke you can see belching from the smokestacks across the river.  In the central area every lamppost has two speakers fixed onto it.  I am sure that in times past these were for party slogans providing encouragement for the brave souls working hard for the destiny of the Soviet dream in such dour surroundings.  Such exhortations would actually be preferable to the awful, bland jazz that now gets forced on you as you navigate the streets.  All of yesterday’s slog around in search of a place to stay was sound tracked by this which only made Rdoc and I even more irritable.  This was also after more incidents with pushy old ladies.  They need to be culled.  Three people standing at the front of the queue for the bus into town.  All with packs front and back.  Thus encumbered there is an obvious hesitancy when climbing up quite a high step.  Instead of allowing the second it takes to gather oneself to do this two babushkas, scarf wrapped head down, bag in each hand, pushed past Arnika knocking her back.  Taking this as a cue another bunch followed until the bus was full and we were still standing there.  They really are a menace.

There is no way to counter either, are you supposed to push an old lady out of the way? Read the rest of this entry »

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