We’re in Asia, in the Far East, close to North Korea, right next to China and a mere 2-3 days by boat from Japan, yet, the city has an incredible western vibe and mood, much more accentuated that what I found in Moscow.
The journey ends, yes, at least the train one does, because from here it’s only 2 days to hop on and off the buses, the hills, the submarine in the street (?) and the beautiful women. I would’ve loved to be more than a couple of hours here, but the schedule was tight. However, I think I was able to see enough of it just to want to go back again and finally catch the night vibe and the wonderful landscapes.
This time, the picture were taken in Baikal lake, some in Yekaterinsburg, Vladivostok and inside the train, where all the action was. It was very funny to notice how people looked at me when changing cars, specially when arriving to another plaskart, since nobody expected a “tourist” in their cars, all the eyes turned to me and they were disturbed, confused, wandering and many, many more expressions.
From Vladivostok it’s plane back to Moscow. A flight attendant gives me a judgmental look when asking her for a beer, telling me “you’ll be able to get one when we get to Moscow” (in, like, 6 hours). I mean, no drinks in russian airplanes!? But everywhere on the streets? Alright, maybe we’re strangers, I don’t know. Then, while queuing for the loo, a drunk russian passenger talked to me some… stuff in russian, and then I get the alcohol “free” flight.
From here on, it’s only a matter of time until everything sets on what I’ve just experienced. I still have a few days to travel, and a few weeks until everything sets in and my words start to depict the whole experience. Finally, I’m not an Asia-virgin anymore.