Abricole Hotel Khabarovsk

... Everything in Russia is temporary, you push against a wall and it suddenly comes down. Visiting a brand new hotel, that showcased the most beautiful rooms, and finding plastic hangers in the closet. Entering a beautiful cosmetic store and finding out that you cannot take pictures. Yet, the people who live here are so hospitable it puts us all to shame.

The city of Khabarovsk is one of the most pleasant on the eastern coast. All though you can still ...

Nous voila officiellement dans la region de l'extreme orient russe, nous avons quitter la siberie en passant la bourgade de Amazar. A Khabarovsk nous n'avons pas trouve de couchsurfeur disponible, nous logeons donc pour une nuit a l'hotel. Soit dit au passage, les prix dans cette ville ont tous double (au minimum) depuis le passage du guide Lonely planet en 2005... les hotels, les hot dogs, ou les musees ! La ville est tres vallonee, et en ...

... opp togene sine, så med en gang noen går av så stiger andre på. Det må ha vært et 20talls mennesker som bodde i rommet i løpet av turen, de fleste på veldig korte avstander. Til slutt endte vi opp med 4 langdistanse-reisende. Det var grensevakt-russeren, Katya som var sprengningsingeniør(Hun tjente 7000kr i måneden med 5 års universitetsutdannelse.. jeg turde aldri fortelle henne hvor mye hun ville tjent i Norge) og en gammel fyr som jobbet som honning-samler. En fin gjeng! Ellers har ...

... kucme ter dolgi debeli zimski plasci. Ljudje govorijo le rusko ter so na prvi pogled mnogokrat zelo robati ter delujejo neprijazni. A ko spregovoris nekaj besed njihovega jezika se otoplijo in se obicajno zelijo pogovarjati. Ker ne govoriva rusko so seveda taksni poskusi tezki in se pogovor obicajno zakljuci pri tem, da sva iz Slovenije ter da potujeva do Moskve in naprej. Vec o Sibiriji pa bova se napisala v naslednjih blogih, saj je pred nama se vsaj 5 dni na vlaku do Moskve.

... il tempo a cucire vestitini per bambole per la sua nipotina. Io di contro mi sono letto tutto L'Idiota di Dostoevskij in due giorni: non male come ritmo. Per il resto, essendo ormai quasi un esperto, ho cercato di mimetizzarmi al massimo con i russi sul treno e di comporarmi come loro. Primo passo per farlo, il vestiario: tutti, ma proprio tutti i russi, salgono sul treno vestiti in maniera normale, ma appena giunti nello scompartimento, disfano i bagagli e ...

April 27, Sunday Orthodox Easter, Train No.5 - Khabarovsk I have a restless sleep ( the rocking of the train makes me dream a lot) and Sandra is jetlagged so has been up since 230am. I woke up at 6am and continued reading my book until the sun started coming up. With the sun rising, the harsh land of Siberia becomes visible. All you see for miles is taiga( similar to a Tundra) and birch trees. What was amazing though is the ...

... store but decide to not buy anything as we could find the same things in Moscow. We then found the bank, I exchanged money and again couldn't help but notice how grungy the cite is - stairs crumbling, potholes everywhere, etc. However, money seems to be coming in as we see pockets of luxury apartments, designer boutiques and very fancy cars (Mercedes, Range Rover, etc) After the bank, our next challenge was buying the train ...

... finally the next day in the afternoon we could meet a translator, and i could tell all story, luckuly i had time to writte the number of the car. Monday thay called me to say that they found the bag, it was in a locker in the train station, the guy didn't find much stuff interesting so he put it there and call the police to say where wa the bag... In the week i spend in Khabarovsk i went 4 days to police station, to answer ...

... the transsiberian leaving when he was going out to purchase some food, and I did not want neither to ask at each stop to the provonitsa. This schedule change a lot my way of traveling: could plane each each stop going out to purchase plenty of food for nothing and even some time to visit when it was not raining. On the local food, I ate some kind of ravioli very good, kind of donuts with meat ...

... were of us, because after their initial goggling at us we were mostly ignored for the remainder of the trip, which was just fine by me. Things piped up on the boat when a guy, obviously hearing us talk in English, asked if we spoke English. He was actually from East Germany and had travelled all over the world on his old Triumph motorcycle. We would have loved to have had 'Udo' sit with us at dinner, but the Russians wouldn't let him. They ...