Photo: http://picasaweb.com/lostconversation/Russia
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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