Parfenyevskiy rayon — head near the window in upper bunk 14 of car 2 of train 68 bound for abakan. gusts of refreshing air blow scents in — machine oil, brake pads, cow dung too close to the city, cut grass, cool water. pe...
Kosh-agachsky district — Back in August 2012 I was part of a team of 4 on an exploratory expedition to the Altai mountains in Southern Siberia. The Altai are rarely visited by Westerners and our goal, funded and supported in ...
Scents of the Trans-Siberian Railway
Bivvy Under the Milky Way, Altai Mountains, Siberia
When I went to Russia, I did not intend to see 'him'. All I had in mind is that ethereal palace in which he and I raised our careless infatuation in.Visiting it's faded walls of an ever enchanting gold and blue, I realised my love for 'him' grew tenfold as the melancholy reverie settled in. Perhaps winter will let 'him' know.Winter knew my words of passionate abhorration meant nothing, but ' Я тебя люблю'.