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We made it to the Alpes!

We made it to the Alpes!

So, it’s been more than 3 months since completing the trip, I’m back in NYC, I have a new job, back to the stable life. Greg doing the same in Switzerland. I have to admit it was tough to make sense of the world around me at first being back in the city again for the second time this year after an extended trip (still working on that department actually). Job? Not-Living-out-of-my-backpack? Rent? Huh?

I’ve been trying to write this one last entry for the blog for weeks actually, I was puzzled at how hard it seemed, I wasn’t sure how to sum up the trip in a neat little reflective package of paragraphs. 10 countries, 2 months. Still too close to it I think, it will take some more time to unwind all my memories. All the grand and small and light and sobering ones such as…the time I saw a mist covered forest from the train in Siberia where I can only see the tip of the trees…hiking Gobi sand dunes by ourselves, not another human in sight, wondering how old that camel poop is…road tripping in Switzerland, another day, another chateau…watching people base-jumping off cliffs in wing suits, slack jawed…the day spent in Auschwitz, a spring day with beautiful wildflowers everywhere ironically and thinking that someone arrived there on a day just like that, not knowing about the evils of that place…European cities wearing reminders of wars still, forming a scar thousands of miles long…

One thing that I can definite say is that travel is always worth it. Always. If you want to do something or go somewhere, find a way to do it. Please. The condition of the human body and mind can shift at anytime. When you’re old and retired you might not have either with which to have those experiences. The world is beautiful and demands to be look at!

Tomorrow I turn one year older, all eyes forward now. Till next time!

May we all have moments as content as this little goat.

May we all have moments as content as this little goat’s.

Getting cozy with a Kalashnikov

After leaving Russia, we spent a few days in Riga, the capital city of Latvia. It’s a charming city with a lot of culture. We admired the old art nouveau architecture, went to a beer festival… And oh, we also fired some semi-automatic weapons.

We went to a local shooting range and and got a package of 4 different types of guns to try – Kalashnikov, Winchester shot gun, Glock 17 pistol and a Sig Sauer. Greg was like a kid in a candy store picking out guns to try, reliving his Swiss army days. It was the first time shooting a semi-automatic weapon for me. I have to admit, it gave me a huge rush feeling the gun powder strike and explode in the barrel of my weapon.

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Eat my dust.

Eat my dust.

Kalashnikov

Kalashnikov

By the way, after the tank museum post from Russia last time, I realize we may look like weapons-crazy lunatics. So no, we are not joining any militias anytime soon :)

Moscow – ODing on Jesus, tanks.

Arriving in Moscow we completed our last leg on the Tran-Siberian. We rode 3rd class platzkarny train for more than 3000 miles. And I have to say it was a great experience. The train was clean, and the atmosphere was surprisingly not rowdy at all, except when occasionally someone invites you to get totally plastered on vodka, which Greg got to partake (I was too knackered that day).

3rd class train open bunks.

3rd class train open bunks.


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Moscow is just such a beautiful city all around, so much culture and history, we saw so many churches and more religious iconography than we could possibly digest. In the end we were on the brink of Jesus fatigue.

One night Greg’s friend Ekaterina showed us around town, and we happened to run into an illegal street racing party. Hundreds of bikers decked out in their finest leather riding outfits and showing off their rides. The girls were particularly bad-ass looking. We asked one of the bikers if there were going to be any racing that night, unfortunately the answer was no but as he put it – “we’ve got drinks, bikes and girls here tonight, what more could I want?”. Well you can hardly argue with that.

One of the coolest things we did in Moscow was going to the Tank Museum. An hour out of moscow on a historically “classified” Red Army armor testing facility, the museum displays a ridiculous number of retired tanks from various 20th century wars. It was very eerie for me to walk by these seemingly indestructible massive hunks of weaponry. These were the real thing. How many lives did these plow through and blow apart?

Tanks R us.

Tanks R us.

Of course this was an American tank

Of course this was an American tank

Prop from Star Wars or real armored vehicle?

Prop from Star Wars or real armored vehicle?


It felt like we were the only foreign tourists there that day and the museum seemed to be a popular choice for weekend family outings. So many families with their kids just having a great time checking out tanks. I swear almost every one of my photos had some kid in it.

In Russia, kids play with real tanks.

In Russia, kids play with real tanks.

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Next up St. Petersburg – not too bad for a city built on a swamp! (Actually it’s absolutely gorgeous)