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  • Day90

    On the road again

    June 8, 2019 in Russia ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    He's back! After four weeks and five days of being apart, we're reunited with Hans. Thanks to Brent from Bikes abroad (our Australian agent) and Yuri and Svetlana from Links, LTD. (our Russian agent), the shipping of the car went as smoothly as can be, with only a minor delay of 4days (delays of a week or more are more than common. Ship schedules are a finicky thing.).
    Tom and I were anxiously waiting for Yuri's call this morning. Papers had been cleared yesterday, now it was just a question of when the container would be unloaded. Once Yuri called, everything went super fast. He picked us up and drove us to the terminal where the container was already on the ground. It was opened in our presence and there he was: Hans. The engine started on first try, he was driven out and after we had paid Yuri, he was ours once again.
    No more hostel searching and worrying about kitchen access, we've got our home back!
    A couple of hours later (we needed to unpack our backpacks, rearrange a few things, shop groceries and fill up our tank), we are on the road. Jeez, it feels good!
    Tom quickly got used to driving on the right side again (even in a right-hand drive), but we still need to get a feeling for the road conditions. So many potholes! The landscape is quite similar to home (Germany in this case), the sun is shining and just before dark (daylight is till about 9pm) we find a beautiful spot next to a lake about 15min from the highway.
    Brotzeit (cheese, bread, mustard, vegan dip, tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers) for dinner makes this a perfect day.
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  • Day64

    Russian Hospitality

    June 28, 2019 in Russia ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Had I thought I could stay on a Russian camp ground unseen, I was dreaming.
    I was hardly there for 10 mins I was already involved in an argument about Rexelby on the beach (on leash he was) with children.
    This lady has immediately been identified by onlookers as hysteric and myself as tourist.
    From here on all my plans for an early afternoon were gone: I wanted to do some snoozing and cooking, both of which I achieved, however the cleaning, home improvement and reorganization plans went up in smoke.
    The Russian hospitality is well known: saying no is not really an option. So I had to more or less eat and drink myself through the camp, slowly getting closer and closer to my van, taking presents with me: a bag of freshly harvested homegrown potatoes, a huge cabbage and other vegetables. Fresher they don’t come.
    Finally I reached home looking forward to my bed, when my Armenian neighbours, who had previously supplied me with a grilled pork chop and a drumstick, (very welcome, as I was sooo hungry) invited me over for more food and drink and some dance. When they told me they are celebrating the first child of the youngest member of the circle, I had to say yes, the dancing was of course another incentive.
    In-between all of this, Rexelby and myself had to investigate the wolfish howling of many dogs coming down the hill. Rex could not resist and found his wolf voice, and yodelled together with the other huskies. These were howling on and off throughout the night, but Rexby thankfully resisted his urge to tune in with the “real” Huskies. As we found out this was a Husky farm, about 30 or more dogs, all different hustky varieties, Alaskan, Sibierian, Mallamute, mixed with wolf, from puppies to old ones. This was their summercamp, they were waiting for the winter to come so they could do some sled work in Kamtchatka. This is at least what I understood.
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Kronshtadtka, Kronsjtadtka, Кронштадтка

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