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Mongolia

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Oh Yes, the hordes of
Skeggis Khan straddle the Great Wall of China and Mongolia, after their arduous undertaking are prepared to familiarize themselves with the distant world of spring rolls: Lacina. The costs
4 weeks in Mongolia were fantastic: a journey through time, space and mentality 'of this nomadic people.


Ulan Bator Try to be a cosmopolitan and attractive city, which succeeds well in the eyes of Mongolians who wish to worldliness', but I found myself often in situations far removed from fun and cosmopoliticivitizzazione!
The rest of Mongolia, which is 'big plus or minus 5 times in Italy, and' made by nature, fucking great and immense nature in the wild, with an occasional tiny village scattered lungole unpaved roads and many ger, the round tents in which they live almost all of those who do not live in UB, which basically live on subsistence grazing herds of cows, goats, horses, yaks, etc. ..
Some of them have electricity and an old black and white TV, others really live like 100 years ago, and the time really takes a different quality! I was lucky enough to stay a couple of days alone in this ger helping the Mongolian family (father, mother and 2 children) to attend to the daily chores, I think we both learned a lot: they do not know but I am now taking an Enlarged lasso horses, collect dried dung for the fire at night and I have enough antibodies to go anywhere!

My hoste, Sabina (a German expatriate 15 years ago with seriproblemi of alcoholism), in moments of lucidity was very nice, and has placed at least 25 in 2 couchsurfers ger in
Thanks to that crazy but I had the chance to pass 20 days wandering through Mongolia, along with a driver (Aruk, who spoke only Russian and Mongolian) and other backpackers from all over Europe. Communicate with Aruk and 'was really difficult, but now we are great friends and drinking buddies, the sentence must was "Paaaaaashli!" Russian translation of "Leeet's go!" And "Italian pasta" when it was time to eat, than "Sotomayo" does not mean a shit in any language, but I sounded good to us again so often to encourage ourselves in difficult times and difficult times we were nesono!


Anyway, VanSurfing doing on the roof of the van wrecked Russian adisposizione made by Sabine, sitting in the spare wheel beside the cans of gasoline I immersed myself in the fantastic views in all their irrepressible gigantezza, Photos of them as always only give you an idea: the steppe, with its green hills long three days of travel, volcanic lakes, craters, plains so long to see the roundness' of the earth and the formidable Gobi Desert I do not know who built it but he had a lot of imagination, huge sand dunes beside the green meadows with streams and lakes (but not diacqua of shit since the camel shit without knowledge) (I found out too late .. .) and high and low mountains, lunar landscapes, canyons, and so on and so forth! That's cool, that's cool.


The most incredible moment 'was when fording a river 1 meter deep and about half the van and' half dead 'street, el' water was entering through the door: times of turmoil, panic and laughter, as our lives are already in a dusty backpacks I saw his passport to squeeze and suck the water to dry by my beloved ipod megasmazzante.
Aruk The wise who knows his half waited for the right time, and after a couple of minutes with water at the ankles and the windows fogged up and the fan motor that squirted water at mo 'for watering inside the van, slowly van has done it, we fucking did it!
Commotion in the audience, a big pat on the back and we needed to Aruk montenegro only to celebrate the company!

I also finally made friends with the Yak (with the pettinatasempre in vogue), with the camel (the humps there 'really tap for drinking!), I strolled among flocks of sheep, cows, goats and sheep, whose life consists mainly in fart happily, I rode horses with Mongol which Genghis Khan conquered 'the world, those thin thin saddles his ass the next day it hurts badly and I fed the main food of mongolia: mare's milk! In all ways: fermented yogurtizzato, salty, vodkizzato, but never fucking normal milk, ever. Oh yes, and this 'life here'!


And what about the lives of UB: the party for the gold medals of Mongolia in judo and boxing, concerts, crazy and degenerate collective and fireworks in the square next to Genghis Khan, and then a 2 days of concerts with rock band Mongolian and rough, the black market where you can buy everything from a bolt head of a goat for dinner (!) and nights with a thousand people from all over the place at Sabina's, including 3 German cycling has been made Greece, Turkey, Iran, Central Asia India and China (who knows that I do not change the program and I am traqualche months in Tehran!)

I would have much more to tell the world about Mongolia, but this time passes and they are already in China where I had problems at the border to causadi subversive material in my possession (with a book-Tibetan Buddhist iconology given to me by a Mongolian lama), and I 'was confiscated, oh yes and I 'was confiscated.
bitterness and hatred for the police, as usual, but on the contrary, the Chinese seem very nice and helpful, maybe too much, I understand if they are idiots, or if there 'a reason why they always laugh.

I'm turning a bicycle in Beijing far and wide, but the rest the next newsletter.

Well, four weeks in China and then not really know where to go, we'll see what happens, the important ', anyway, believe it.
yo!

Ske

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Russia Russia Part 1 Part 2

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Gentlemen I am pleased to write the second newsletter from an internet point in Ulan Bator, capital of Mongolia!
I arrived today at dawn, on my 26th birthday, and waking up in the vast Mongolian steppes with the train slowly came to UB and 'was a nice gift!
However, the arrival in Mongolia already full of events marked with immense sadness, the end of 4 weeks in Russia, which deserve a brief summary:

I had left to the Urals, I think:
Ekaterinburg and 'the first City 'of Asia (Asia ah ...) where I was entertained by lavish meals washed down with vodka, Russian Standard and beautiful Kshusha to which I have learned a little Italian! note My passion for geology found vent in a visit tours in French to explore the geological wonders of the Urals with a lot of power stone power stone or given to me by the friendly guide French / Russian, and I train very close friendship (strictly in Russian) with a lady 40 years old photographer who insisted he show me its 300 printed photos beautiful big shot in the Urals in the north, eh ... nice the top 10!
Da da da, fotografiscky, harasho harasho!


Two days to train and I'm Novisibirsk, Cities' biggest of Siberia, where I stayed longer than expected: I have found with a crew of 15 other couchsurfers from ireland france poland serbia russia ukraina Australia of life gathered to attend the event: the eclipse total of the sun! Other harasho and that 'was fantastic, there was no sun in the sky but burning a ring (or ring of fire as he said good old Johnny Cash) and the colors of the sky were iiipermelodici! you'll see some photos, but do not do anything for the idea!


More 2 days 8 hours by train and bus (the exhaust gas and verbatim everything fell perfectly into the bus, a recycling perfect for a mass suicide) and I'm at Lake Baikal, which has several records you can read on wikipedia. I was almost 2 days to camp on the uninhabited island diOlhkon, where shamans evoke the spirits with their cantigutturali stoned and some drugs (in the true spirit of punk rock).
Beautiful, and the view of the lake and 'a real achievement after the 6000 km train libertaaa'!


roccamboleschi Other events have led me to a few hours in Ulan Ude (still in Russia) where there is the largest head of Lenin in the world, before taking a bus that brought me to the Russian-Mongolian fontiera , passing through very old-fucked and villages hidden in the hills steppe, where I hitchhikers along with 3 perpassare the English border and enter finally in Mongolia, where I already have too many friends: an Italian professor who moved 10 years, a nice Mongolian lawyer and my couch host and that I 'seemed a bit rimastona but which contains, in its 10 ger smazzanti backpackers.

wow, unfortunately I have already gone 40 minutes and end the transmission, the purpose of this afternoon, and 'do horse riding in the desert

ah I forgot to say that time and' beautiful, it's hot and there 'the sun:)

a little Technology and I 'remained in the blood and I uploaded a selecta Russian http://picasaweb.com/lostconversation/Russia

this and then' the Russian short summary of my experience, I'm trying to mark the thousands of details and the thousands of bazzo everydaylifeontheroad on my diary, but I think too fast and I forget things!
now the focus is on Mongolia, vaaaaaaaaaai!

harasho and stay rebel!
ske

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brothers Oh yes I am writing the first epistle of travel, I'm home from my landlord in Nizhny Novgorod, which as you well know It is a city 'to some hours by train from Moscow, yeah!

Everything is working very well, the European Union and Russia ', the first area that my protagonist with my backpack, and fly st.pietroburgo are huge and have a lot of story to tell so I improvised post-communist researcher and I'm collecting stories and life stories in a direct, funny and interesting!
particularly remember many college students and their opinion on the past and present, in some very optimistic and others will be as beautiful as 20 years ago ... "I remember with pleasure an Armenian gentleman that I was intercepted on a bench in Moscow just as I was reading the chapter of my book on Armenia Asia Terzani guru, and he told me a bit of the past and present Armenia, Russia and the world.


I'm beginning to feel the difference in points of view and 'capable of creating big differences and that influencing minds with propaganda slogans are achieved excellent results in the short to medium- long term. Yet I know, I'm Italian!
E 'is talking to people seem to feel the usual pappardelle, which is the usual law on the books that says that communism was good and now the only ones that have earned us are those who bought for a few rubles to the state infrastructure sold off (perhaps by themselves in the role of state workers), which are now to be multimillionaires and with more power than before.
And normal people?
Well, the job of the journalist is not 'so easy: just do not ask questions, but you have to understand what is said between the lines, and that' the company! Many are good but they complain, those who are sick do not usually see them or see them if you get a little fear and avoid them, but do not speak English!
The only thing that seems clear 'that there is only one truth and immutable: everything and' point of views and money, and money can change more than a point of view!

Returning to matters more folkrositiche:
The Cyrillic alphabet is not 'as hostile as it sounds, I am learning to read and who does not know my Russian name and' Vladimir (BLADIMIP in Cyrillic) and remember: dobre utre = hello, Spasiba = thanks, nice harakho = li (always important to say) and dasvidania = goodbye


The first night train from Moscow and St. pet 'was an adventure: I traveled in the class ipereconomica with young people and families English did not know much, so the impact and 'was strange for me and for them, looked like a monkey at the zoo with all the Russians who looked at me and made me a thousand questions shocked Italy and in Europe, unfortunately xo I pulled peanuts so I have had breakfast!

First two weeks and then quite civilized with couchings hyperactive and life of the metropolis, in a few days I attraversaregli Urals and into Asia and Siberia, see what happens over there! Please visit

www.couchsurfing.com to know what I mean by couchings and hosts! Well I

much to say but as usual even in this life on the road but not renderizzante time and 'tyrant, and a greeting from a Skeggia on the road!

DASVIDANIA!
ske

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